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bossymarmalade) wrote2002-05-09 04:45 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2002-05-09 04:45 pm
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Doing the favourite lines thing. Because I'm here and bored, bored, boooooored.
Hope : "Darryl can go pickle himself," Lance said serenely, and wasn't at all ruffled by the stares they got when Justin laughed, loud and happy.
I like it because Lance is saying something dirty, only he's not, and it makes Justin laugh.
Kansas : But then Nick tugged away from Justin, and Justin had just enough time for a knot of embarassed horror to come swooping up his throat before Nick's mouth pressed hard against his, and Nick was using his teeth too, and both their mouths were dry as hell from the goddamn cigarette smoke so they bit at each other, sinking their teeth again and again into soft swelling lips and hot probing tongue and silky slick mouth, and Justin thought he might have heard himself moan.
I write long-ass sentences, yo. But dammit, even though this is JuNi it's kinda hot. Smoking, mmmm.
Dialectic : He's so used to people saying his name in bed that when Chris is pushing into him those few final times, Justin calls out his own name too.
The idea of this, of Chris fucking Justin and Justin being so into it that he screams his own name, is just so harsh and appealing and cool. If'n I do say so myself. ^_^
Fancy A Shag? : That old concept kicked itself up in the back of his mind every year at Christmastime, which meant that Lance and holiday cookies tended to attract and bond on a molecular level.
This is the line from this fic that most people quoted when they gave me feedback, and who'm I to argue?...
Twenty-One : He gets up too soon and you're left gasping, but then Lance is there and your gasps disappear into his soft tongue, soft and sweet like white frosting and you sit up so you can wrap your arms around him.
Like frosting. That white fluffy buttercream frosting that you get on bakery-bought cakes, yum.
Turn It Off : "No Vikings. Just fucking."
Talk about random.
Bloodletting : He knew what he looked like, like those Arena Homme pictures, man, except it was real this time and he wasn’t playing some hardass gangsta-wannabe, he was only Justin Timberlake and he was here with Chris and he was bleeding.
Those Arena Homme pics really made me wonder why Justin would be keen on the idea of himself with blood all over his teeth and mouth and chin.
Music & Munchies : "Why," Chris asked plaintively, "do I find you so fucking hot right at this moment?"
*g* Exactly what I ask myself everytime I find JC hot during MMC.
Raw : But then they'd be in bed, and Chris would be pounding into him, and Justin would let him do it, with his flushed, open mouth dragging roughly across the sheets and Justin would say slower, Chris, please, slower and Chris always found that he couldn't do it.
It was a hard choice between this and the line with the shrimp and salmon and roast beef, because, y'know, food!, but I like the implications of this.
lancedotnu : But now, Lance was starting to think that maybe Chris wasn't being nice, and that he wasn't special at all--just the unlucky target of Kirkpatrick Mean Fun.
Because he is mean, sometimes.
Salt Brown Sugar : It's like looking at clouds, Chris says, and Lance nods and spoons down the oatmeal, tasting the shock of salt-and-sugar and not really believing him.
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glockgal makes oatmeal like this, and let me tell you, it's an experience eating it.
Clench : He wanted to pull at those eyelashes, maybe twist them in his fingers, feel the thin defenceless skin of eyelids fluttering helplessly underneath.
Um, yeah. I have issues, yo.
Comfort : That was when Joey liked it best, when he was feeling unsure about himself from tip to toe, and JC never got the comforter when it was fresh out of the dryer because Joe would practically camp out, unloading it like it was samite and swaddling himself in it until it cooled down totally or he fell asleep.
Warm Joey-in-comforter! What's not to love?
All But Branded a Fool : It makes him feel better to see the defeat in Lance's eyes but only for a second, only for a split-frame microbeat and then he's back to feeling like shit again.
I think Justin's got a cruel little side to him. Well, maybe not so much cruel as thoughtless, but it comes out mean anyhow.
They Have More Fun : Joey bit the insides of his lower lip and carefully composed a blandly interested expression, telling himself that JC was no more winsome than a spaniel puppy, or a mackerel kitten, or a brown-eyed seal cub.
My first *nslash! And it's JoeC, and I'm fond of the animals Joey chose to represent JC.
Hip-Hop : "I like pinup girls," JC said politely, scratching behind one ear. "Um, like, Bettie Page and stuff, and um. Petty. He did some really good pinup girl paintings. And there's this one guy who kept painting these girls, and they'd be out in public, like, um, waiting for the bus? And their panties would fall down. Oh, and there was celery."
Okay, so that's not one line. Okay, so that's many lines. But JC! Talking about pinup girls and that guy who does the celery-and-panties paintings! God, I love that stuff.
Soap : "And somewhere out there, some Capricorn's holding their bull-charm and going, 'what the fuck?!?'" Chris grinned, teeth flashing shiny and gleaming even in the bright hotelroom lighting.
Which is exactly what I did when I burned down my Capricorn candle and found a wee tiny bull inside it. ^_^
Maryland(Baltimore) : The gold dragon lifted its head and Justin caught his breath, quietly, as it kept falling.
*sigh* Sea dragons are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and you just have to stare at them in this hushed awe. Because they fall, and keep falling, oh so gently.
Drag : He winced, but the clumsy overture seemed to placate Chris somehow, because he put Snake under a cardboard box and left him there for a while.
Okay, so it's not the deepest line in the whole thing, but if you play Metal Gear Solid you MUST put Snake under the box. It's just too fun.
Lauris Nobilis : JC had gone docilely to sleep, smelling crisp and fresh, and woken up placid and thankful, sitting next to Joey on the couch and snuggling into him for the rest of the night.
JC smelling like bay rum would just about do me in.
Like Lost Elephants : Justin swallowed, hard, and wondered who it was Chris had lost.
Poor Chris. There's so much under the surface with him.
MTF: One : CHRIS (half-doubling over with mirth): Lance came in! And he was all pissed!
JUSTIN (choking with laughter): And we were naked!
CHRIS: And fucking!
JUSTIN: AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!!
That totally is more than one line, but the visuals of them saying it tickle me no end. ^_^
MTF: Two : JOEY: I guess chicks just groove on C. Especially chicks with cats. Does that have anything to do with it, if they own cats?
LANCE: Maybe he's nonthreatening or something. I don't know. But I will tell you this--he never, ever spills red wine on my Norwegian beaten-cotton bedsheets. (glares at JOEY)
JOEY: Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's the cats.
Again, but I love bitchy!Lance and oblivious!Joey.
And now I'm sick of my own damn fic, so I'll stop.
Hope : "Darryl can go pickle himself," Lance said serenely, and wasn't at all ruffled by the stares they got when Justin laughed, loud and happy.
I like it because Lance is saying something dirty, only he's not, and it makes Justin laugh.
Kansas : But then Nick tugged away from Justin, and Justin had just enough time for a knot of embarassed horror to come swooping up his throat before Nick's mouth pressed hard against his, and Nick was using his teeth too, and both their mouths were dry as hell from the goddamn cigarette smoke so they bit at each other, sinking their teeth again and again into soft swelling lips and hot probing tongue and silky slick mouth, and Justin thought he might have heard himself moan.
I write long-ass sentences, yo. But dammit, even though this is JuNi it's kinda hot. Smoking, mmmm.
Dialectic : He's so used to people saying his name in bed that when Chris is pushing into him those few final times, Justin calls out his own name too.
The idea of this, of Chris fucking Justin and Justin being so into it that he screams his own name, is just so harsh and appealing and cool. If'n I do say so myself. ^_^
Fancy A Shag? : That old concept kicked itself up in the back of his mind every year at Christmastime, which meant that Lance and holiday cookies tended to attract and bond on a molecular level.
This is the line from this fic that most people quoted when they gave me feedback, and who'm I to argue?...
Twenty-One : He gets up too soon and you're left gasping, but then Lance is there and your gasps disappear into his soft tongue, soft and sweet like white frosting and you sit up so you can wrap your arms around him.
Like frosting. That white fluffy buttercream frosting that you get on bakery-bought cakes, yum.
Turn It Off : "No Vikings. Just fucking."
Talk about random.
Bloodletting : He knew what he looked like, like those Arena Homme pictures, man, except it was real this time and he wasn’t playing some hardass gangsta-wannabe, he was only Justin Timberlake and he was here with Chris and he was bleeding.
Those Arena Homme pics really made me wonder why Justin would be keen on the idea of himself with blood all over his teeth and mouth and chin.
Music & Munchies : "Why," Chris asked plaintively, "do I find you so fucking hot right at this moment?"
*g* Exactly what I ask myself everytime I find JC hot during MMC.
Raw : But then they'd be in bed, and Chris would be pounding into him, and Justin would let him do it, with his flushed, open mouth dragging roughly across the sheets and Justin would say slower, Chris, please, slower and Chris always found that he couldn't do it.
It was a hard choice between this and the line with the shrimp and salmon and roast beef, because, y'know, food!, but I like the implications of this.
lancedotnu : But now, Lance was starting to think that maybe Chris wasn't being nice, and that he wasn't special at all--just the unlucky target of Kirkpatrick Mean Fun.
Because he is mean, sometimes.
Salt Brown Sugar : It's like looking at clouds, Chris says, and Lance nods and spoons down the oatmeal, tasting the shock of salt-and-sugar and not really believing him.
glockgal makes oatmeal like this, and let me tell you, it's an experience eating it.Clench : He wanted to pull at those eyelashes, maybe twist them in his fingers, feel the thin defenceless skin of eyelids fluttering helplessly underneath.
Um, yeah. I have issues, yo.
Comfort : That was when Joey liked it best, when he was feeling unsure about himself from tip to toe, and JC never got the comforter when it was fresh out of the dryer because Joe would practically camp out, unloading it like it was samite and swaddling himself in it until it cooled down totally or he fell asleep.
Warm Joey-in-comforter! What's not to love?
All But Branded a Fool : It makes him feel better to see the defeat in Lance's eyes but only for a second, only for a split-frame microbeat and then he's back to feeling like shit again.
I think Justin's got a cruel little side to him. Well, maybe not so much cruel as thoughtless, but it comes out mean anyhow.
They Have More Fun : Joey bit the insides of his lower lip and carefully composed a blandly interested expression, telling himself that JC was no more winsome than a spaniel puppy, or a mackerel kitten, or a brown-eyed seal cub.
My first *nslash! And it's JoeC, and I'm fond of the animals Joey chose to represent JC.
Hip-Hop : "I like pinup girls," JC said politely, scratching behind one ear. "Um, like, Bettie Page and stuff, and um. Petty. He did some really good pinup girl paintings. And there's this one guy who kept painting these girls, and they'd be out in public, like, um, waiting for the bus? And their panties would fall down. Oh, and there was celery."
Okay, so that's not one line. Okay, so that's many lines. But JC! Talking about pinup girls and that guy who does the celery-and-panties paintings! God, I love that stuff.
Soap : "And somewhere out there, some Capricorn's holding their bull-charm and going, 'what the fuck?!?'" Chris grinned, teeth flashing shiny and gleaming even in the bright hotelroom lighting.
Which is exactly what I did when I burned down my Capricorn candle and found a wee tiny bull inside it. ^_^
Maryland(Baltimore) : The gold dragon lifted its head and Justin caught his breath, quietly, as it kept falling.
*sigh* Sea dragons are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and you just have to stare at them in this hushed awe. Because they fall, and keep falling, oh so gently.
Drag : He winced, but the clumsy overture seemed to placate Chris somehow, because he put Snake under a cardboard box and left him there for a while.
Okay, so it's not the deepest line in the whole thing, but if you play Metal Gear Solid you MUST put Snake under the box. It's just too fun.
Lauris Nobilis : JC had gone docilely to sleep, smelling crisp and fresh, and woken up placid and thankful, sitting next to Joey on the couch and snuggling into him for the rest of the night.
JC smelling like bay rum would just about do me in.
Like Lost Elephants : Justin swallowed, hard, and wondered who it was Chris had lost.
Poor Chris. There's so much under the surface with him.
MTF: One : CHRIS (half-doubling over with mirth): Lance came in! And he was all pissed!
JUSTIN (choking with laughter): And we were naked!
CHRIS: And fucking!
JUSTIN: AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!!
That totally is more than one line, but the visuals of them saying it tickle me no end. ^_^
MTF: Two : JOEY: I guess chicks just groove on C. Especially chicks with cats. Does that have anything to do with it, if they own cats?
LANCE: Maybe he's nonthreatening or something. I don't know. But I will tell you this--he never, ever spills red wine on my Norwegian beaten-cotton bedsheets. (glares at JOEY)
JOEY: Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's the cats.
Again, but I love bitchy!Lance and oblivious!Joey.
And now I'm sick of my own damn fic, so I'll stop.
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Oh man, how thoughtful of you to post that! I was just thinking yesterday about that line, and what fic it came from and who wrote it, and could not remember at all. Which is tragic, because I really like that line (or those lines, whatever), obviously, since I must have read this months ago, and it stuck with me. And I can't even remember my own mother's birthday. So that gives you an idea of the state of my memory. *g*
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And dude, have you ever seen these pictures? Because they are some seriously fucking funny stuff, man. In fact, just about everything on Lileks is hysterical. But if you want to know about the panties-and-celery thing, it's over here (http://www.lileks.com/institute/frahm/index.html).
Good times.
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I love that. :D
Raw : But then they'd be in bed, and Chris would be pounding into him, and Justin would let him do it, with his flushed, open mouth dragging roughly across the sheets and Justin would say slower, Chris, please, slower and Chris always found that he couldn't do it.
And that is hot as all hell.
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And now I'm sick of my own damn fic
Heh. When I was nearly finished I was all, "dude, why the hell are there so many stories?"
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*snuggle*
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