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.
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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.