miss maggie (
bossymarmalade) wrote2003-06-08 08:03 am
look, it comes with a pail and has a starfish on the fanny!
I went to the beach with
chootoy on the hottest day of the month and we lay out in the sun for hours. Which sounds nice in theory, but then I had heatstroke all day yesterday, which was not pleasant as I was helping the Wee Sister to move into her Wee Apartment. Ack. Stupid fucking sun! I don't want you hanging around Vancouver so much, dammit!
Fortunately, I was feeling better by the time the MTV Movie Awards rolled around, so that was nice. Also, I'm inordinately pleased that Seann informed us that Justin's the one who tops in their relationship.
But, enough of that--it's time for my Poetical JC Fic Rec!
Comes Back by lcsbanana
comes back up.
on the way he can look like
a loose pile
of mist, but up top curls
back and
he
drops to climb.
He moves, his skin is
a slippery set
of grip, breathing hard because this In the sweater
is still going, to Justin and ran
from inside him in
my body, glistens with little children, bounces past him
react and pulls his side. of
the water foam
up the rain makes his gaze from the
cliff. JC stares, speechless.
It's TrickC in Ireland, and she plays with them in such an interesting way; they know each other so well, but it's almost like they're finding each other in this strange place, like they're two travelers who've just hooked up for a vacation-affair, removed from theire "real" lives. I like how the history and issues unfold, and I like the feel of it. Lovely imagery, and I would love to go to Ireland with this sweet, contemplative JC.
Fortunately, I was feeling better by the time the MTV Movie Awards rolled around, so that was nice. Also, I'm inordinately pleased that Seann informed us that Justin's the one who tops in their relationship.
But, enough of that--it's time for my Poetical JC Fic Rec!
Comes Back by lcsbanana
comes back up.
on the way he can look like
a loose pile
of mist, but up top curls
back and
he
drops to climb.
He moves, his skin is
a slippery set
of grip, breathing hard because this In the sweater
is still going, to Justin and ran
from inside him in
my body, glistens with little children, bounces past him
react and pulls his side. of
the water foam
up the rain makes his gaze from the
cliff. JC stares, speechless.
It's TrickC in Ireland, and she plays with them in such an interesting way; they know each other so well, but it's almost like they're finding each other in this strange place, like they're two travelers who've just hooked up for a vacation-affair, removed from theire "real" lives. I like how the history and issues unfold, and I like the feel of it. Lovely imagery, and I would love to go to Ireland with this sweet, contemplative JC.

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You *can't* not write them now!
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Stupid fucking sun! I don't want you hanging around Vancouver so much, dammit!
Are you CRAZY?!! Take that back. Right. Now. Sheesh!!!
runs away
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a slippery set
of grip
Those lines changed my life. Slippery set of grip!
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Aaaaah, ::head spins::. I love it. I guess Justin ate the broken legs, then kissed JC, and that just. The image, the image, the image.
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are you going to be in vancouver when I arrive there next week? will I see your sparkly bitchy head? will it fall off in my hand?
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And my head's gonna fall off in your hand five times in one night, hoo-yeah!!