and we're both utterly humorless about our vegetarianism

Dearest Lynn:

I figured I might as well send you a letter since your babyboy's birthday is coming up. Never a better time to get back in touch, eh?

Things are okay with me; really, I should get cracking on those ficlets I missed writing, but I think I'll start them next Monday and get a good momentum going on them. It'll be something to look forward to on Monday, and how often does that happen, right?

In any case, I'm a wee bit headachy (from clenching my jaw in my sleep; I have a nightguard, but I've cracked it) so I think today I will just periodically post bits from fics that really make me happy. I think that sounds like a good plan.

Also, if you could see your way towards fixing it so I can one day put my hand along your son's side, right along the ribs there, I'd be much obliged. He doesn't even have to take his shirt off or anything -- in fact, I want him to have one of his really soft t-shirts on. Yes, that would be lovely.

Till next time,
Maggie

By one pm he's waiting at the Downtown Crossing platform. Or, JC thinks it's one pm, he's forgotten his watch. He waits in one of the marble/granite/stone-something seats and hums along to Pablo Honey until he sees Justin walking towards him.

"Hey!" Justin hops at him in greeting, "Britney not here yet?"

"Nope," JC pulls out his discman and carefully turns it off, "you surprised?

"No, but I'm tempted to go up and sneak a cigarette." Justin sighs and pushes in next to JC. He unclips his bag and starts rummaging through it until he pulls out a banana. "I'm starving. I totally overslept and ran here. "

"I woke up at ten and snuck to Dunkin. Bagel, egg, cheese," JC pets his stomach, "carbs and protein do a body good."

Justin peels his banana. "Notice me not saying anything about that protein source and eating my banana."

JC grins, "yes I do. The world thanks you."

Justin finishes, carefully wraps his banana peel in a napkin and tucks it into his bag. He leans his head against JC's shoulder.

the haircuts, part 21 by paintedmaypole

and look out at the corner of 14th and elm, because I just dropped my bagel

There's a helicopter buzzing around outside my window. It's loud. But the important thing is to wish a happy birthday to geneli4, because I love her writing intensely and she is just a sweet, sweet person. Happy happy, dear thing!

It was only a thirty second walk to the other bus, but that was long enough for all of the warmth Justin had soaked up to leave him. He was shivering by the time they got inside.

Joey's smile was reassuringly familiar. "Y'all can't live without us," he drawled. He enfolded Justin in a hug. "Damn, you feel like ice, baby."

He'd been drinking too - his breath smelled like tequila. It was a comforting smell. Justin buried his face in Joey's flannel shirt. He was glad it was Joey. JC would have asked Justin if he was okay, and made everyone crowd around him. But Joey just cradled Justin's head against his chest in one big hand, and told Chris that he'd found Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska at the bottom of his emergency bag. Justin listened to Joey's voice rumbling a tone or two below the bus engine and breathed deeply.

what we don't know, by kaneko

cubicles are for closers, marge

And now to showcase the bran-new icon, courtesy of cathybites aka the Lone Locust of the Apocalypse. mmmmmm, yes. Friends are just enemies who don't have the guts to kill you.

10:37:

"Did you SEE that play by..."

JC rolled his chair back a few feet to give himself ample space to bang his head against his desk a few times. He slid open his supply drawer and pulled out a handful of rubberbands and a pen from his holder.

He carefully lettered WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP onto the band, waited a second to make sure it was dry, cocked it on his finger like a slingshot and sent it soaring over the top of the cubicle.

There was a momentary pause in Justin's tirade about the previous night's basketball game, all too brief, before he started up again.

He decided he needed one of those squeeze-y stress ball things. The ones that were supposed to keep people from mangling their co-workers.

Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars, by ink_stain

ps. i want to marry the mister monaghan in this mood icon. or at least mess up his hair a little.

come on, pal! fugu me!

It's small and pretty, so I don't feel so bad about posting:

You are Yellow tail Nigiri Sushi!
You are smooth and clever. You are served to
special customers.


- - What Type of Nigiri Sushi are You? - -
brought to you by Quizilla

"I love you like a fat kid loves cake." Chris grins as he says it, and JC laughs. Justin starts doing the whole damn song, rapping away like he'd never do in public. He bounces on the couch. Lance starts laughing at Justin and when Justin just keeps going Lance collapses into Justin's lap, tears coming out of his eyes.

Joey says, "Cake. Man, what kind of cake? Do you think the fat kid has a preference?"

Chris says, "He likes JC cake."

JC stands up by the couch where Justin and Lance are and shoves Lance's butt. He sings, "I am thirty-two flavors and then some."

the ondaatje method, by callmesandy unless i'm wrong and it's by circusgirl. you know how that goes.

jack johnson versus bitter rival john jackson

I must be doing something right, because I haven't seen any of the actual complaints about Justinbowl vs JCbowl and have just seen the annoyance with such complaints. Exxxcellent.

I'm fucking smappy today, but I'm just so damn bored. This day's dragging and I'm all groggy on Advil Migraine, but at least it's a beautiful sunny-but-chilly day outside and I got around to fleshing out the weak-chinned end of my SeSa story never break a bit and got it up on the website.

Last one of these for the day.

Chris grins and hands him a drink. Justin gulps it, licking his lips and glancing one more time around the room. Chris moves, backing Justin into the corner a little more and blocking him from view. Justin leans against the wall and nods.

"Hey." Chris sips his own drink and steps forward without thinking. That's okay, he decides, part of being on vacation is not-thinking. So he rests his hand on Justin's waist. "Hey."

"Man, I'm tired."

Chris nods, rubs his thumb just under the hem of Justin's shirt. "The album's great though. Really."

Justin smiles and it's real. "It is. I'm proud of it."

He yawns and tilts his head forward until it's resting on Chris's shoulder. The new hairdo isn't as soft as the curls, but it doesn't scrape like the buzz cut. It's held straight by a different gel, too, so it smells different. Chris doesn't move, just rubs his thumb in a small circle, Justin's skin warmer than the air in the room.

"Thanks." Justin's voice is muffled by Chris's shirt.

fly away to someone new, by smartlikejustin. because what, you didn't think i'd end with timbertrick? *g*

Additionally: oooh, JC looks thrilled. Smile for them, baby, smile.