Out of the blue, random recc:

Door by Amber -- It's just. I can't find the words to describe it. It's everything I've ever loved about *NSlash, about Timbertrick, and about that weird blend of SciFi and fantasy I'm so fond of. It's, once again, the kind of storythat rearranges my insides. And that sounds a lot freakier than I intended it to.

Ow," Justin said, and rubbed his head. "This is the most uncomfortable sofa--bed--whatever--in the whole world. Would it kill you to buy a new one?"

"Probably," Chris said, but his fingers were gentle, rubbing over the bump.

"Are you sure?" he said a while later, when both of them were naked. His voice was harsh, worried. "Are you sure this is what you want? That I'm--"

"I'm sure," Justin said, and smiled.

Chris smiled back. "Ok then."

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- I once had a v. cool JuNi dream. (Dear Nick: If the BSB ever break up, and you wanna go out with a blast? Doing a homoerotic photoshoot with justin would SO be the way to go.)
- Hehe. Yes. Like the Arena Homme shot with the towel? Only Nick instead of the towel.
(Me, Kris; MSM)

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Gnuh.

Am currently keeping self breathing and moving by sheer willpower. Waiting for coffee to cool off so I can get my first caffeine hit and start functioning somewhat properly.

Feeling the sudden need to make a Domestic!Boybandslash index. Oi. o_O

Have spent entire morning juggling numbers and recommending Jaefic to LC. Go read that. I'm completely non-amusing. I'm going to go eat and write about grungeboys in wuv some more. Am feeling kind of sad and morose. Jaefic'll do that to ya. Eh. It's a good mood for this story. Because the angst is about to hit the fan. Or, more precisely, the drummer.

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Second person POV is a tool of the devil. Gnar. I mean, I love it when other people do it, because they do it well, but when I'm writing it myself, it's all. Wrong. Something. Can't put my finger on it. Snarl.

Also, I've turned into Metaphor Girl, it seems. Okay, so it's just one metaphor, but. I never use metaphors. I don't. I just can't. I can never make them work, and it never occurs to me to use them, because I always feel like I'm taking the cheap way out, because for me, it would be.

And yet, today, I suddenly find myself writing "This train only goes one way, and all you can do is ride it and hope it stops at the right station," which is just. Huh? o_O

Sometimes, I confuse myself.

Hackery! Or ... not. Heh.

Which Hacker's Character Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

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Reading through other people's memorified posts is fun! :) Because then I come across conversations like this one, and then I think "Hey. Dude. I'm funny!"

Oh, shaddup. I'm happy with my delusions, dammit!

I had a thought just a moment ago, but it seems to've fled my brain.

K, so Twi memorified this thread, which got me thinking once again on how people tend to think they own celebirties, that anyone in the public eye owes them ... whatever. Entertainment, all their free time, friendly and polite behaviour when people bother them when they're not "on duty". It's just. Bizarre, to me. I always figured, if you wouldn't do something to a random stranger, why would you do it to a random stranger who just happens to be a celebrity? I'm just. I don't get it. Am I just being old-fashionedly well-raised, here?

Lalala. I am the eggman!

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*whistles*

*randomly opens PhotoShop* Hm. Cover for Shine (which is the next big chunk of Strange Love -- there's Earlier (consisting of Here and Now, Easy and After), then Shine (which will be the actual plot/story line) and the as-of-yet untitle epilogue bit(s?)), or do I just mess about my a newly found Campus!Joey picture? Hm. Decisions, decisions.

I need to reorganise my picture folders, I think. Or at least rename some shit so I can remember which pictures are,for example, Campus!Joey or NYPDSync!Justin or Racer!Nick.

I also have too many AU bunnies. Freak.

qsdofjqzoiejrvnldkvjlkj zillah37 posted concert pictures. And Lord above, they're all out to turn me straight! The bitches. Cause, you see, I have these kink buttons? And they're all being pushed. Chris with a headband. Lance in white shirt and black tie. Justin's forearms. (Just. WTF? WHERE DID THAT KINK COME FROM?) Joey. Thighs. Arms. Hands. And look at the jeans! Eee! And where the fuck did that JC-lust come from?

Ahahahaha! Okay, I'm not sure what JC is trying to do here, but he's either a fairy, a fluffy pink ballerina, or a little teapot. Maybe it's because Justin's moving in on his man?

Wow with the random. Even the randomiser couldn't make it more random. Hey, here's an idea. Maybe if I put the entry through the randomiser, it'll make sense!

Probably not.