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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-12-29 12:21 am
bossymarmalade) wrote2002-12-29 12:21 am
possibly the best book ever written on the subject of turtle-stacking
Here we go with the DWNOGA recs. Because I know what I like, and perhaps you like it too.
anti-alphabetical--z to l
break me: Good Lord. It's Teerlove and it's fantastic! *whimper*
JC’s frown deepens. “Is that what you think?” he asks. “After all that shit we’ve been through, hell, after this damned hiatus, that if all that didn’t screw us up, sleeping together will?” JC’s tone implies that it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life. And this is JC, who thinks talking to his car in baby talk makes it run smoother.
coffee shop: There's fun TrickC and lots of coffee drinking. And not just any coffee, either. I'm so fucking easy.
"Gingerbread latte," Chris says. "Isn't it great?" Chris picks up his own drink and runs his tongue along the edge of the lid, snagging the stray drops of coffee from when he almost spilled the cup earlier.
not yet: JC and Lance are snarky about themselves, each other, and everybody in the most delightful of ways.
Lance smiles. "I like the furry drumsticks."
"I dropped them three times. My hands got a cramp."
Lance taps the photo. "Your shoelace is undone."
"I did that to piss Justin off."
third time: Mine! Mine! It's lambs and Justin's adorably dorkily contemplative! eee!
And despite the fact that none of his relationships had worked out (yet, his heart added optimistically), Justin had a deeply-held conviction that when you really loved somebody, they had no choice but to love you back.
twenty-eight: What the fuck? It's Chris/Nick, and I like it. Quite a lot. How did that happen?!?
"I didn't see --" Nick looks over his shoulder, probably inside. "Is Justin here?"
"Nursing a broken hoof in Elvis-town."
"Is anybody else here? Like, Lance or Joey, I mean."
"I'm confused, Carter." Chris kind of sneers. "Isn't Howie throwing a Feliz Navidad this year?"
coming of age: It's Bassez, but I'm really fascinated by the Joey. He's such a goddamned guy.
Joey whispered, "Dude, I was convinced she was a lez-lesbian. She really really likes Kylie Minogue. And, seriously, she has all three Tori Amos albums and a bunch of singles. Lesbians love Tori Amos."
JC whispered, "I like Tori Amos. And Kylie Minogue. She's amazing, man. I'm not a lesbian."
always somebody: Chris and JC--at least, it would be, except for Chris's inexplicable taste for Veal.
"You didn't really decorate this yourself," said Chris, stepping in the front door and looking around the transformed house. "There isn't enough tinsel."
"They made me take it down," said JC, and didn't even bother with the fake pout that usually accompanied a statement like that. "Apparently people try to eat it when they're high. It's a real holiday danger. Did you know that?"
"Yes," said Chris, and imagined JC going around the house eating the tinsel later that night.
five years: An AU with an Egyptian flavour--odd and frenetic and compelling.
There's a nomad in front of him, water suit unzipped and hanging off her hips. She moves away and Chris walks forward. He touches his hand to the statue of the red calf and its mother, smudges water on the inside of each wrist.
burn: Justin keeps scrabbling, and Joey can't figure out how to make him stop.
Justin stares out the TRL windows for a few seconds. Joey puts his hand on Justin's shoulder and squeezes.
"It’s just glass," Justin whispers. "Just glass."
whisper: Oooooh, yes. Character studies from a Chris pov, and just perfect, and he and JC fit together just so.
Quiet people made him impatient. More than that, angry. Justin used to pipe up in this little baby voice when he was tired or homesick, this thin quiet little voice that drove Chris absolutely batshit.
runaways: Now this is Trickyfish I can get behind, because Lord, I was laughing out loud.
The stewardess -- flight attendant, Lance hissed in his ear, they like to be called flight attendants -- was pretty and blonde and French and very amused by Chris. Chris amused everybody, so he expected it. He smiled and winked at her and nearly fell over twice while Lance explained how Chris had been dropped on his head repeatedly as a child.
And now, bed. See y'all in the morning.
anti-alphabetical--z to l
break me: Good Lord. It's Teerlove and it's fantastic! *whimper*
JC’s frown deepens. “Is that what you think?” he asks. “After all that shit we’ve been through, hell, after this damned hiatus, that if all that didn’t screw us up, sleeping together will?” JC’s tone implies that it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s heard in his life. And this is JC, who thinks talking to his car in baby talk makes it run smoother.
coffee shop: There's fun TrickC and lots of coffee drinking. And not just any coffee, either. I'm so fucking easy.
"Gingerbread latte," Chris says. "Isn't it great?" Chris picks up his own drink and runs his tongue along the edge of the lid, snagging the stray drops of coffee from when he almost spilled the cup earlier.
not yet: JC and Lance are snarky about themselves, each other, and everybody in the most delightful of ways.
Lance smiles. "I like the furry drumsticks."
"I dropped them three times. My hands got a cramp."
Lance taps the photo. "Your shoelace is undone."
"I did that to piss Justin off."
third time: Mine! Mine! It's lambs and Justin's adorably dorkily contemplative! eee!
And despite the fact that none of his relationships had worked out (yet, his heart added optimistically), Justin had a deeply-held conviction that when you really loved somebody, they had no choice but to love you back.
twenty-eight: What the fuck? It's Chris/Nick, and I like it. Quite a lot. How did that happen?!?
"I didn't see --" Nick looks over his shoulder, probably inside. "Is Justin here?"
"Nursing a broken hoof in Elvis-town."
"Is anybody else here? Like, Lance or Joey, I mean."
"I'm confused, Carter." Chris kind of sneers. "Isn't Howie throwing a Feliz Navidad this year?"
coming of age: It's Bassez, but I'm really fascinated by the Joey. He's such a goddamned guy.
Joey whispered, "Dude, I was convinced she was a lez-lesbian. She really really likes Kylie Minogue. And, seriously, she has all three Tori Amos albums and a bunch of singles. Lesbians love Tori Amos."
JC whispered, "I like Tori Amos. And Kylie Minogue. She's amazing, man. I'm not a lesbian."
always somebody: Chris and JC--at least, it would be, except for Chris's inexplicable taste for Veal.
"You didn't really decorate this yourself," said Chris, stepping in the front door and looking around the transformed house. "There isn't enough tinsel."
"They made me take it down," said JC, and didn't even bother with the fake pout that usually accompanied a statement like that. "Apparently people try to eat it when they're high. It's a real holiday danger. Did you know that?"
"Yes," said Chris, and imagined JC going around the house eating the tinsel later that night.
five years: An AU with an Egyptian flavour--odd and frenetic and compelling.
There's a nomad in front of him, water suit unzipped and hanging off her hips. She moves away and Chris walks forward. He touches his hand to the statue of the red calf and its mother, smudges water on the inside of each wrist.
burn: Justin keeps scrabbling, and Joey can't figure out how to make him stop.
Justin stares out the TRL windows for a few seconds. Joey puts his hand on Justin's shoulder and squeezes.
"It’s just glass," Justin whispers. "Just glass."
whisper: Oooooh, yes. Character studies from a Chris pov, and just perfect, and he and JC fit together just so.
Quiet people made him impatient. More than that, angry. Justin used to pipe up in this little baby voice when he was tired or homesick, this thin quiet little voice that drove Chris absolutely batshit.
runaways: Now this is Trickyfish I can get behind, because Lord, I was laughing out loud.
The stewardess -- flight attendant, Lance hissed in his ear, they like to be called flight attendants -- was pretty and blonde and French and very amused by Chris. Chris amused everybody, so he expected it. He smiled and winked at her and nearly fell over twice while Lance explained how Chris had been dropped on his head repeatedly as a child.
And now, bed. See y'all in the morning.
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And Whisper rocks. Few get-Justin-in-line scenes work for me; this story has one of the best that do. Yeah it's a great JC/Chris fic, but Justin!
I see only Justin!Re:
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Thanks for the rec for "Break Me." I'm glad you liked it. It's my first popslash story, and I've only been in the fandom a couple of months so this really means a lot.
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I hope to see a lot more *nslash from you, honey!