Tee!Pimp

I love converting people to *nslash. ^_^

chootoy wrote a fic with all the boys in it, plus Brit, plus some fisticuffs and drinking. What could be better?

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Home.. Justin, naked from the waist up and splattered with tomato paste, didn't look the least bit uncomfortable or out of place. He never did, no matter how surreal the circumstances.

Sine Sanitate.. [JC] wasn't entirely sure what was worse: that he'd walked in on his best friend having sex with Nick Carter, that he was turned on by it, or that Chris somehow knew.

The Handbasket.. Chris felt the sudden need to smack somebody, but he really didn't know Brian that well, yet. Where was Justin when he needed him?

Worth It.. That can't be your name he's saying, can't be because it's never sounded like that, like a prayer, a question, the only answer.

Midnight Mass.. I look down and see him, without the usual winter regalia. His clothes are simple. He wears a smile, as he looks up at the falling snow, and starts to dance.

reflective

Well, so the Infant's nearly legal.

And to think that when I first got into this fandom, I couldn't begin to fathom why people liked the boy. Innocent? Sweet? Timberlake?!?

Took a while for me to wrap my head around it. Timbertrick, squickgrrl, and glassapple helped, immensely; extreme exposure to videos of *ncrap--thanks to pop_tarts--fostered my learnin' of Justin.

And so in that vein, I wanna mention that allecto's you can call me selfish (besides being exceedingly well-written and affecting) was one of the fics that made me blink at the end and think, Wow. I...feel kinda bad for poor Juju. And he's so pretty. The dear boy.

So, yes. In a few short months I've gone from utter revulsion at the sight of the Divalake to staring in wonder at his pink, pink mouth and porn hips. Muh.

Some things will never change, though...fuckin' Timberlake.