Chris is a college student, Justin is a teenager. Forbidden love ensues. Really, I just love Justin in this; abused, but tough and persistent, and then broken and controlled.

Adorable short. And with a talking birdie! *"Justin smells funny" became "Chris smells JC", and "Joey is a love machine" became "JC is a Chris machine."*

I really like the concept of this. I like 12-year-old-girl!Chris, who is just adorable and teenybopper-ish. I think this could have been fleshed out, though, worked over a bit more to make it better, longer, but still. Enjoyable. *"Carter-McLean is better, right?" "Definitely. Gets the accents right - Bum-ba-da-Bum." "Timbertrick?" "The hyphenation is too long. It's the 3-syllables in Kirkpatrick. Kills the rhythm." *

Favorite part of this? The conference call where Lance, in Russia, can't hear anything properly. *"But we're not," Chris said. "We're fucking," Brian said. "Ducking what?!" Lance said. Justin frowned. "Does this mean I have to hang out with Nick?" "Rick?" Lance said. "Are you going to Canada?"*

Short. But there's just something about Chris rubbing Justin's head that's so yum.

Basically, Chris thinks JC is clueless and gullible. But really, Chris is just stupid. And! *You called me Spazzez for six months when we first met. You once woke me up by putting a snake in my bed. Just last week you told Justin that if I insisted on wearing my—and I'm quoting here—"dumbass golf hat" in public I should wear a sign around my neck that said 'no, really, I swear I don't have brain damage.'*

Purple, goat hair muumuus! And an oddish JC, my ultimate weakness, who is just so adorable I want to pinch him. And there's sock burning, and Sweater Twins, and cosmonaut gossip. Good stuff. *Forty minutes in and Chris wants to stab himself in the brain. Hell, might as well stab JC in the brain, too. He can see the headlines now: "Boybanders Dead Due To Freakish Murder/Suicide Pact. Sources Say Muumuus Were Involved."*

Extra points for using the phrase *love puppy.* This is cute and kind of sad at points, but pretty funny all around. Also, JC tells Chris: *See, you need to be like Joey. Only more gay.*

Seriously funny. I mean, JC's just thinking about food, mind wandering, and oops! The guys are too stunned to laugh it off, and suddenly everyone knows JC is gay. Fun for all.

Smut, but really really hot smut. The best kind of smut. And toast.

Chris is lovable, JC is pissed off, and there are puppets involved. Puppets! *Puppet JC, I triplemegaheart you. You're the prettiest boy ever. And you look so sexy in zebra-print pants and lace shirts and furry jackets and you never look like you're wearing too much blush.*

Chris is just adorable in this. He calls Lance Lancey Pants! *Lance watched blankly for a moment, waiting for Chris to stop, or explain himself. When Chris's shirt fell to the floor and he reached for his pants, Lance held up a hand. "Hold it right there, freak, what the heck do you think you're doing?" "Getting naked. To initiate the sex."*

Hello hotness. Yeah, I've totally got a thing for AJ. He's got a sexy vibe, without being truly handsome, which is just the best sort of attractiveness. *AJ wasn't a big guy, not by any stretch of the imagination, but what there was of him was choice, a man pared down to hard, lean, spare muscle.*

Chris is physic. Joey is angry and skeptical. And this is just prime AU goodness.

Basically, Lance starts making his way through all the guys. Chris figures it all out, and tries vainly to resist. And seriously, what I love so much about this is that Lance is so in control and commanding and damn sexy. *"Say bye, Chris." Lance sounds amused and not-amused and way-not-amused all at the same time, and Chris swallows again. Says, "Bye, Chris," even though he wants to say, no! JC! Saaaaaaave me!*

A Valentine's Day treat, complete with a minion of Cupid, a painful arrow in the back, and a mope-y Justin. So cute! *The guy sitting on his quilt was not wearing pants, he noticed right off. He was wearing feathers, and makeup, and white sandals tied to his feet with glittering gold ribbons, but he was definitely not wearing pants.*

The boys get sucked into a mirror, and end up trapped in a cottage by a pair of large, aggressive, fire-breathing dragons. Oh yeah, and JC has such a crush on Chris. *"Rock-a-bye dragon, you give me the bends. Listen up Chris, just take off your pants," he sang, desperately. "Shut up just do it, I'm telling you now. Please say you're wearing shorts, or something and not—"*

Any story in which Lance refers to Chris as a *crack monkey* earns an A+ in my book.

The 80's. JC with A Flock of Seagulls hair. Yeah, pretty much golden. *Chris scowled. "Bite me, Borderline whore." "Stop dissin' my Madonna!" Justin cried petulantly.*

This is so sweet. JC gets dumped and Chris goes about trying to cheer him up. *"yeah, I'm fine, I'm fabulous, I'm wonderful," JC said. He bent his head until his face was almost in the sound board controls. "It's not enough that I get stalked by fucking random chicks all day long, now I'm being stalked by Chris."*

Heh. Crossovery goodness, with a heaping helping of wily Lance and Trickyfish. I mean. Lance slips Brain a mickey. That right there. Gold. Oh, and some seriously sweet AJ/Justin action, and AJ is just. my favorite little BSB.

I laughed my ass off the entire way through this. If anything, read it for Lance's impressions of a drunk Justin - *"No," Lance said, "no, no, let me." He jumped up and bounced on the balls of his feet, shaking his arms out. He picked one of Justin's shirts up off the floor and put it on. He swiveled his hips a few times. "So drunk," he murmured. "So very, very drunk." He ran his hands through his hair and then rolled his head around on his neck. "What's he doing?" Justin said to Joey. "He's getting into character," Joey stage whispered.* - and for the phrase: *I'm one hundred percent love*

Okay, so. Lance is a little crazy zealous in this fic. It's almost disturbing, except Justin more than makes up for it. And I don't know exactly why I like this, because it's a bit oddball in a non-crackfic way. Maybe it's the way it could have been preachy, if not written exactly like this. If that makes any sense at all.

Chris thinks Justin is going to break up with him and misunderstandings abound. This fic made my heart hurt at several different intervals, but it's funny and lovely and ends up happy. So I pretty much relished the chest pangs.

This is odd. Really odd. But funny, and even though I don't normally go for group sex bits, Justin is just really... heh. *Joey looked at JC, who sighed. "Justin, it's come to our attention that you might still be nuts." "Look, let's get to the point," Lance said. "I'm sorry I'm skipping JC's bit, but let's face it - singing badly is one thing, but he hung up on his momma. Justin, you hung up on your momma."*

JC decides he needs to be a good role model for gay teens, and Justin's gay, too. Because of the tea, you see. And Dirty Dancing. 'Cause Patrick Swayze, yo. *"Did Chris tell you that? Look, it's not tea, and for the last fucking time, it wasn't Mighty Mouse either," Justin said, rolling his eyes. "Lance said it was Dirty Dancing." Justin shook his head. "He would say that."*

Chris. Chris, Chris, Chris. I love when he's in-your-face and pissed off and lusting after Lance and being horribly mean to him. And I love AUs. So this fic basically makes me want to hug everybody. *"That blonde kid?" Chris said, and added some more white to his sky. "You know him?" "Yeah, right. Like our paths would ever cross. I've seen him around. Smooth, preppy, nice ass."*

The best part about this fic is how Lance slowly goes insane, and his entire spiral down is hysterical. O-town is in his fucking basement! Kelly and Joey adopt Aaron Carter! I can't even begin to explain how fabulous this crackfic is. *The next day, Lance brought them dry cereal with no milk, and tossed it at Jacob's head. Jacob dared to say, "hey man, can we have some water or something? The bathroom tap isn't work--" before Lance hefted the baseball bat in his hand and waved it around. He came dangerously close to hitting Ashley in the head with it, but didn't notice.*

Lance as a llama. Brilliant. *Justin fell in love with Lance when he bit Carson Daly in the ass. Really, no one could blame him.*

Cliques and Joey not taking no for an answer. This is possibly my favorite Joey characterization. And sullen!outcast!Chris! *Defy convention, he figured. That was what it was all about. These stupid Florida kids and their bullshit ideas about geeks and theatre kids. Someone needed to shake 'em up. Joey loved a challenge, and he figured he was friendly enough to do it. He'd win 'em over in the end.*

Well. I love Oz. I love well-written Oz. And Anya makes me giggle in this. *"I want to go with the famous boy!"*

With a summary like that, how can you pass this one up? Plus, it's Merry, and everything Merry writes is pure gold. *When Trace answered his three-page dissertation email on the topic of Why Justin Doesn't Have To Sleep With Chris with the words 'go 4 it!!1!' and addressed it to Justin Kirkpatrick, Justin caved.*

Love this for the characterization. JC is so fucking odd that it makes him amazingly endearing. *JC had no idea what the Pixie Stix were about. He amused himself for a little while by pretending the tooth fairy had visited in the night. He hadn't even had to lose a tooth or anything. Just, suddenly, candy. Of course, the tooth fairy wouldn't leave candy because that would lead to tooth decay and he was pretty sure tooth fairies would be against that. Unless they were concerned about their job security. And the economy hadn't been good for a while, so maybe it was the tooth fairy. Maybe the tooth fairy was having Union problems, or maybe he was disgruntled in some way.*

Pretty much the longest, hottest porn fest put to paper. Or LJ. It's complete, but being posted twice a week with long, drawn out sessions of sex that are almost exhausting to read, but wow. So, so hot and pretty.

I like this not only because it's an AU, and I adore AUs, but because it's a blind date scenario without any real awkwardness. That appeals to me. Short and sweet.

The fic that turned me onto Choey, 'cause before? Not feeling it so much. Everything Rhys writes is excellent, but I love the relationship between Chris and Brianna in this, and there are just some really heartbreaking parts, with the crying and the 'Da!' and just. Made my heart twist a little.

Oh, come on! Why not? This is crackfic pure and true, and freakin' hilarious. Gay!hairdresser!Justin - I know you watched the end of On The Line... you know just who I'm talking about *eyes you* - and Lance's character Kevin, and a whole lotta love. *"His girlfriend broke up with him - shethinkshemightbeGAY! GAY! Gay like me, like you, like you! Like everyone in this room! GAY! I have dreams like this. Dreams where I pass out business cards that say I'm recognized as the greatest hairdresser in Chicago and Kevin is right by my side as my one true love! It's a dream come true!" Justin did a little dance by the door.*

If there's anything sexier than a pissed off Kirkpatrick, it would be a predatory, sharp Lance. Oh yes.

Another AU! Are you surprised? It's odd seeing them in a rock band. And it's odd not having Joey and Lance in it. But Justin? He's angry and suspicious of JC. And JC's in way over his head. And it pretty much ends the only way it could.

Chris being a dick. Justin being a dick. Confusion, loveliness, pretty boys. *Chris looks down at himself and huffs an indignant breath. "I am not a cow." "You're a sexy cow," says Justin. "You make sexy cheese." "Okay, now you're just being disturbing and wrong." "Yeah, I was thinking that too."*

Justin has a plan, but Justin is an idiot. And Chris. Chris! *loves him* Also, JC is slinky and sexy, and has trouble making complete sentences.

Dragons! And boys! Boys on dragons! Whimsical and lovely and... one of my favorite AUs. It's two stories; a longish Justin/Joey one, then a Lance/Chris one that tells their side of some events in the other story. Excellent stuff.

Justin wants to have sex and Chris is all reluctant and Justin is persistent and sneaky and even though Chris thinks it's wrong he's fairly sure he's in love with him. Yes, they have lots of pretty hot sex. I think I have a thing for Chris.

Germany era fic in which Joey is being sweet and Lance is all sad. Lance just breaks my little ole' heart in this one. But it ends happy because I love a happy ending.

Chris is forty. Lance shows up on his doorstep after six years. I'm usually only one for the solidarity fics; the friends forever type deal. But this is just so beautifully written and Chris is just so... strong, I suppose. *It's Lance. Lance fucking Bass is standing in his bar. Lance motherfucking Hollywood Bass is standing in his bar wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket.*

Awwww. This is just sweet, sweet Timbertrick.

My love of AUs makes this one of my favorites by default. Nothing particularly exciting happens, but I love the unusual quality this has. And Chris! And Justin wanting Chris, but having to suffer through the older boy dating his sister! And Frenchie JC! And all the boys saying "eh" a lot.

Justin is really gay, but he doesn't know it. So Chris sets out to be an example, even though he really isn't gay. At all. Except that he is. Justin is sweetly oblivious, Chris makes himself a cliche, and I love the way this piece ends. *"Um." Chris scratched the back of his neck, and tried to look shy and sensitive or something. "I'm gay." Chris thought, probably, Justin would say something like, "Me too!", but instead he choked on his water.*

It's Christmas! And a self-absorbed Justin gets visited by three...um... Well, anyway, Justin sees the error of his ways and also the sexiness of Chris. And Ryan Gosling cameos! This is sweet and funny and a little bit heart wrenching because I hate seeing Chris sad. *Justin was miserable. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. They'd gotten distant, yeah, but. He wasn't supposed to be hurting Chris. "This is fucked," Justin said. *

Heh. Justin makes a bet with Lance. Justin is a liar. Chris is a lucky man. *"Kid, how many times have I told you never to make bets with Lance? He always wins. It's like a rule."*

Chris is antsy, JC is totally in love with Usher, and both of these shorts are hysterical. *JC wishes people would stop thinking he was high. Well, okay, occasionally he did use marijuana. But he never smoked it. (Well, except for a couple of times he did, when he didn't have anything to cook it into. But usually he added it to baked goods.) But he never gets high before a performance, because he wants to be up for a performance, and weed makes him relaxed. And he's already relaxed all the time, because he won't let things bother him. (Except for the part where it's really annoying that people who know him think he's high!)*

This. This is great. Potter's Mop, people! Potter's Mop! *"I'll make you a splint with some of these mops and brooms and-" There was a crash, and Malfoy was quick to say, "Not you, Potter's Mop. The not living ones. Don't worry."*

Blaise is really intriguing in this, and you know I like me some dark and mysterious Blaise. Plus, something about the way he says *little Gryff* is just super cool.

Snape. Snape is just wonderful in this. I love Dommichan for her Blaise/Hermione Easier Said... But I think I enjoyed this ficlet even more. It's completely hysterical. How can you go wrong with a story that ends with the Muppet Babies theme song? Extra points for using the phrase, *Great Googly-Moogly.* And Voldemort screaming, *There is no punch or pie until AFTER I AM DONE EXPLAINING MY BRILLIANT PLANS!* is pretty groovy as well.

High quality Ron/Draco hilarity. Severely short, unfortunately, but fun.

You really can't go wrong with Goddess Blue.

This makes me love Millicent, without any redemption involved. *She was five the first time a stranger looked at her and called her fat to her face. She was mortified. In her head, she was a strong girl, she was equal to the boys, she was fast and powerful and important. Fat. It just took all of her, the space she occupied, her height, the width of her stocky torso, her strong shoulders, the muscle in her tanned arms, and turned her into something useless, like a jellyfish on the beach.*

The concept here is just ingenius. Just as Draco's drunken conclusions are. Harry? Batman? Hmmmm... *"Well, if you're Batman, and I'm Catwoman, then maybe we better kiss," Draco suggested rather hopefully.*

Oh, Harry. He's a bit devious in this, which makes it extra fun. *"Potter's strangling me, Professor," Draco moped. "I saved him from drowning and look at him now!" "Seems to me that he's cuddling you rather than strangling you, Mr. Malfoy," Snape's mouth twisted in a lopsided grin.*

Hilarious and hot, my favorite combination. The ultimate dirty, cracked threesome. *"Well, I am straight, Potter," Draco said sternly, and not entirely truthfully. "You?" Weasley snorted. "You spend more bloody time on your hair than anyone I know 'cept Lavi an' Parvatil - I mean Larv - oh, buggrit, those two girls in our year, you must've seen 'em, go about the place in sparkly lip gloss." Potter stopped and peered closely at Draco's mouth with the air of a cartographer surveying the vistas of the New World. "No, I am not wearing lip gloss," Draco said firmly. *

Pretty much my favorite Ron/Draco. The complexity involved in this is fascinating and the development of their relationship, mixed with their past lives, is just wonderful. *Ron didn't speak as Malfoy approached; his breath caught in his throat. Malfoy climbed into bed and crawled under the covers. He wrapped his arm around Ron's waist and laid his head on Ron's shoulder. "Malfoy?" "Draco." "What?" "Call me Draco." "Oh -- okay. Draco?" "What?" "What are you doing?" "I don't know, but it feels right."*

Strangely, I love the Snape-obsessed-with-Lucius bit in this. Or not so strangely. It's pretty hilarious, actually. *Snape sighed. "That's fine for the time being. Malfoy, what colour would you say is your father's favourite? Does he prefer dark chocolate or milk? How does he feel about flowers? Is your mother planning to be out of town any time soon?" "I am completely horrified right now," Draco responded blandly.*

Pure fun. I especially love Dumbledore's questions. *Do you know a reputable shop that sells socks/sherbet lemons?*

Bad form to rec a ficlet written for me? Possibly. However, I love Luna in this too much to leave it off the list. Just the way she sits there making bottle-cap necklaces for House unity is just too fabulous. And Neville is just introspective enough to break my heart.

Hurrah for crackfic! There is so much to get giggly over in this ficlet. So. Much. Harry and Ron being tall - *"You can... um... you can see the tops of people's heads." "Why would I want to do that?" said Harry. "I dunno. You just can, that's all."* Draco and his *intense aggravational shadowing.* And, oh yes, the mud. Good gracious, the mud!

Harry is damn sexy in this. And you never really know what's going on with him. Sexy and mysterious and just about daring Malfoy to do naughty things to him. Oh, and there's an intriguing little mystery here as well. *"Do you need to be seduced, Draco Malfoy? Careful steps, slow long touches? Love notes? Close dancing? Walks in the moonlight?" "Do I look like a woman to you?"*

Lovely piece inspired by the POA trailer with Draco and the paper crane. Somewhat sad how the cranes start to wind down and become inanimate again, but it's a sweet little ficlet.

I don't know why I like this story so much. With a less talented writer, I'm not sure this could have been pulled off as well, since she relies heavily on original characters. But it's an AU, a really good AU, and even though it's not near finished, I love it.

I can appreciate an experimentation in prose. This is a good one, not too hard to follow, doesn't detract too much from the text, and actually adds to the meaning nicely, in my opinion. Besides that, though, I like the nervous energy Neville has, coupled with his protective yet unsure actions towards Harry.

Funny as hell, a nice little wrap-up of what happened once the gang all trooped off to New York. One complaint: It's Philadelphia, not Pittsburgh. But we all knew Shawn and Corey were more than best friends, right? *Later, they'd been lying in bed together, hot skin and sweat and sheets tangled around them, tying them together, Corey had hit Shawn lightly on the chest. "You jerk. Why didn't you tell me that we're in love?"*