Random thoughts and JC/Lance recs...
Dec. 23rd, 2003 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
out_thereI got in at 8.30am. I plan to have finished surfing LJ by 9.30am, giving me time to get this work done!
Watched QaFUS last night. We're up to S3? Ethan's gone. (*pout*) Justin proved his true lack of ethics (Yes, he really is a slutty little ho *grins nastily*), and Mel/Lindsey got screwed over by fate. Micheal wasn't... too irritating, and of course, the most likeable member of the cast remains the one that's just a temporary boyfriend (An attraction to dweebs! How adorable!). Brian was... well, I was able to control the urge to just bitch him out constantly, or to swear at my screen, but I did take an unholy glee in the fact that Justin's dancing was annoying him so.
Man, I forgot how much that show irritates and annoys me. The whole point of watching was to get a spark of inspiration to finish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seperis's Brian/Justin fic (curse me and my big mouth). Instead, I just ended up *loathing* the characters and longing for Stuart and Vince.
Random thought: I don't like the phrase Lemon Lyman. I've seen it around, and my big problem is that I come from an anime/yaoi background. If you mention lemon, I'm immediately going to think sexually explicit fic. I mean, not that it's a bad thought to connect with Josh, just that it sends my head in a wrong direction.
Printed out popslash last night and had a lot of fun reading it on the train home (and the train in). A whole 15 pages of Lance/JC fics! (Please remember I printed the pages with tiny margins, in two columns, with font size set at 5.5 Times New Roman. That's a lot of print on 15 pages!) Wanted to quickly rec the following stories:
Leave to Return by Kael
'Don't even try and change the subject, man.' Joey leant back against the counter as the coffee maker spluttered. 'Why'd you pussy out? Why is it such a deep, dark secret? I mean last night, you couldn't have looked sicker if you'd suddenly announced you were Lou's bastard love-child, god forgive me, Diane Bass.'
'Okay, Joey, a) still nauseated over here, and b) you ever mention my momma and Lou in the same sentence again, and I will personally do to you something so horrible that you're lucky I'm too hung-over to even describe it. I, just, ew.' Lance shuddered.
'And c) you're ducking the issue again. Spill it.'
Lowest Common Denominator by Roxanne
He fights his shirt. Too drunk, too tired to recognize the futility in trying to remove his clothing without sitting up and thinks that really the truth of the matter is that JC has never really been in his league. That even as time progressed and Lance began dressing better and working out, even when Lance stopped being quite so much younger, there has always been something separating them. And he can think of a list of their differences that anyone could see. He is south where JC is north, light where JC is dark. He is the socialite to JC’s hermit, the easy going to JC’s intensity.
But what it really is, Lance thinks, sitting up finally and shucking off the shirt, is that he is the business to JC’s art. Business to his art, business to his art and that just doesn’t mix.
Try Again by Jennywren
“So you hate Justin, just like the rest of us, then?” Lance laughs a little, an inside joke between the five of them. Whenever something’s wrong, they all say, “I hate Justin.” Even Justin says it and it’s stupid, funny only because it’s the total opposite of the truth. Perfect Golden Boy at everything, yet he’s one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
And, just for the hell of it, a Chris/Nick story that just made me laugh (and, boy, is the idea of Chris playing Cupid frightening *g*). A Merry Chase by Nyn:
“God, I knew you were 11 years old, but there’s no need to prove it over and over every time we see you.”
Nick mock-pouted. “Now there’s no need to go expressing your jealousy over my youth and vigor by subli--…subul--…Howie, what’s the rest of it?”
“Sublimating your desires into spiteful words and mean-spirited teasing.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Thanks, Howie.”
Chris stared and Lance coughed and covered his grin with one hand. Howie looked mildly apologetic as he explained, “We had to give him something to fight back at Kevin with. AJ looked up some words in the dictionary and voila. A half dozen ready retorts.”
Chris looked over at Nick just to realize that they were both rolling their eyes at the same time. “Whatever,” they said in unison.
Good thing about today is that I'll be going to see FOTR and TTT with Genie anddeadspiders at 5pm this arvo. Bad thing is that I'm supposed to work until 5.30pm. I'm still figuring out how I'm going to managed this.
Watched QaFUS last night. We're up to S3? Ethan's gone. (*pout*) Justin proved his true lack of ethics (Yes, he really is a slutty little ho *grins nastily*), and Mel/Lindsey got screwed over by fate. Micheal wasn't... too irritating, and of course, the most likeable member of the cast remains the one that's just a temporary boyfriend (An attraction to dweebs! How adorable!). Brian was... well, I was able to control the urge to just bitch him out constantly, or to swear at my screen, but I did take an unholy glee in the fact that Justin's dancing was annoying him so.
Man, I forgot how much that show irritates and annoys me. The whole point of watching was to get a spark of inspiration to finish
seperis's Brian/Justin fic (curse me and my big mouth). Instead, I just ended up *loathing* the characters and longing for Stuart and Vince.Random thought: I don't like the phrase Lemon Lyman. I've seen it around, and my big problem is that I come from an anime/yaoi background. If you mention lemon, I'm immediately going to think sexually explicit fic. I mean, not that it's a bad thought to connect with Josh, just that it sends my head in a wrong direction.
Printed out popslash last night and had a lot of fun reading it on the train home (and the train in). A whole 15 pages of Lance/JC fics! (Please remember I printed the pages with tiny margins, in two columns, with font size set at 5.5 Times New Roman. That's a lot of print on 15 pages!) Wanted to quickly rec the following stories:
Leave to Return by Kael
'Don't even try and change the subject, man.' Joey leant back against the counter as the coffee maker spluttered. 'Why'd you pussy out? Why is it such a deep, dark secret? I mean last night, you couldn't have looked sicker if you'd suddenly announced you were Lou's bastard love-child, god forgive me, Diane Bass.'
'Okay, Joey, a) still nauseated over here, and b) you ever mention my momma and Lou in the same sentence again, and I will personally do to you something so horrible that you're lucky I'm too hung-over to even describe it. I, just, ew.' Lance shuddered.
'And c) you're ducking the issue again. Spill it.'
Lowest Common Denominator by Roxanne
He fights his shirt. Too drunk, too tired to recognize the futility in trying to remove his clothing without sitting up and thinks that really the truth of the matter is that JC has never really been in his league. That even as time progressed and Lance began dressing better and working out, even when Lance stopped being quite so much younger, there has always been something separating them. And he can think of a list of their differences that anyone could see. He is south where JC is north, light where JC is dark. He is the socialite to JC’s hermit, the easy going to JC’s intensity.
But what it really is, Lance thinks, sitting up finally and shucking off the shirt, is that he is the business to JC’s art. Business to his art, business to his art and that just doesn’t mix.
Try Again by Jennywren
“So you hate Justin, just like the rest of us, then?” Lance laughs a little, an inside joke between the five of them. Whenever something’s wrong, they all say, “I hate Justin.” Even Justin says it and it’s stupid, funny only because it’s the total opposite of the truth. Perfect Golden Boy at everything, yet he’s one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
And, just for the hell of it, a Chris/Nick story that just made me laugh (and, boy, is the idea of Chris playing Cupid frightening *g*). A Merry Chase by Nyn:
“God, I knew you were 11 years old, but there’s no need to prove it over and over every time we see you.”
Nick mock-pouted. “Now there’s no need to go expressing your jealousy over my youth and vigor by subli--…subul--…Howie, what’s the rest of it?”
“Sublimating your desires into spiteful words and mean-spirited teasing.”
“Yeah, that’s it. Thanks, Howie.”
Chris stared and Lance coughed and covered his grin with one hand. Howie looked mildly apologetic as he explained, “We had to give him something to fight back at Kevin with. AJ looked up some words in the dictionary and voila. A half dozen ready retorts.”
Chris looked over at Nick just to realize that they were both rolling their eyes at the same time. “Whatever,” they said in unison.
Good thing about today is that I'll be going to see FOTR and TTT with Genie and
deadspiders at 5pm this arvo. Bad thing is that I'm supposed to work until 5.30pm. I'm still figuring out how I'm going to managed this.
