seperis | *pantpantpant*

First off, the fact that I was pretty damned useless for most of the morning can be dropped solely at the feet of

josselin, who not only scalps random Justins but also, does that thing where she posts stuff and makes me...

Okay, look here and *see* her meanness.

I'm contemplating that entire fifty icons thing. It's like Fangirl Farr or something all over my friendslist. I'm not sure I even *have* fifty icons to put up all at once. Do most people?

Though really, the horrors I could come up with, considering the ickiness I'm capable of in icon-making....

*****

How to Be Heartless

*computer goes down as client (C) comes up. N is one of the other clerks*

C: I need a Medicaid card.

J: Let me check--the computer's acting up....

*does things. Computer mocks.*

J: Okay, it looks like it's not going to work. We have two options. One--

C: Not going to work? I've been waiting *two (baaaaad word) hours* and you couldn't have told me this before?

J: It was working before.

*unkind sidenote--C had a silver ball stud in the skin just below her nose, upper part of the upper lip. from distance, jenn's desk, say, looked like really large pimple. jenn gets little entertainment sometimes.*

C: So it's not working.

J: *feeling bad* Not right now, but--

C: *says several unkind things and stares at jenn in a not-very-kindly way*

C: Well, (baaaaad word) You people are a pain in the (baaaaad word) ass.

*jenn abruptly loses all sympathy*

J: *huge sunny smile* And you have a great day too!

N: *waving at departing back* Have a lovely day, ma'am!

I make my own fun.

*****

Places to Go

Didn't I say I was behind? Mean-writery

josselin.

While We Tell of Yuletide Treasure: Secret Santa in Obscure Fandoms I keep looking at the list, thinking, I could do that, I could do *that*, but then again, what if they ask me for like, Baron Harkonnen slash?

Okay, so at least it would be canonical, but the movie? Scarred me for *life*.

At least I'm not seeing Pokemon. Yet.

*****

Things I Don't Want to Do But Probably Will Anyway

I actually said that I'd never write another crossover, but in LJ the other day, Joss mentioned Lex/Justin, and well, Lex is slashable with like, tree bark. So of course, the first thing I thought when it was mentioned was not "oh, what*ever*" but rather, is there a good reason for Justin to be in Metropolis?

*shakes head* He just isn't a tights kind of boy. At least, I hope not.

Though I could just send them both to Chicago. I send everyone to Chicago to traumatize them fictionally. Chicago for Trauma, New York for good sex. Canada for falling in love and running away. Texas for cage fighting. California for Deep Revelations and Stuff. Once I sent people to Phoenix to dance. Because I can.

*mulling*

*****

He burned on nothing but air for hours before they left. Softer now, boots kicking at nothing when Brian pushes the loft door open before the sun's touched the horizon outside.

A ball of golden, boneless boy slung over one shoulder, giggling into his back, fingers worked into the waist of his jeans. Scratching every so often, just to make him shiver. Liquid when spilled onto the couch in a tangle of silver mesh and leather, smiling at the ceiling with glassy eyes.

Brian's hands comes away slicked with glitter, the smells of alcohol and sweat, teenage boy, and a long night on the floor.

"Playtime's over," Brian tells him, and Justin closes his eyes on a smirk, tiny pink tongue slicking parted lips.

"Not yet."

He watched Justin for hours tonight. Incandescent in motion, wrapped in light and sound and feeling, and Brian remembers how he tasted, metal and vodka coating his tongue. They don't id him anymore, if they ever did.

"What did you take again?"

Justin opens his eyes on the ceiling. "Sing the song."

It's stupid. "A, B, C, D..."

"E. E. E." He's laughing, feet kicking into the air like Gus. "I'm so high."

Bent back against the bathroom wall, legs wrapped around his hips, Justin licked the hit out of Brian's mouth, eyes closed like this. Sharp little nails sinking into the back of his neck. Soft, pretty mouth whispering dirty things against his lips.

Justin sits up, fingers twisting in the collar of Brian's shirt, pulling remorselessly. "Brian," Justin whispers against his ear, wet and warm. "Have you ever noticed that the loft smells like carrots?"

And then there's this. "Bedtime."

Justin's fluid beneath his touch, melting against him once his feet touch the floor. Something to be picked up and carried along, humming some crappy hip hop from CDs Brian would never allow in the loft.

Brian doesn't bother with the lights. He could find his way in perfect dark.

Justin spreads across the bed as slow as honey, fingers restless on the duvet as he lifts his head. "It's kind of like being blind in here." Even in the dark, Justin finds him effortlessly, one leg sliding around the back of his thigh, and Brian lets himself be pulled against the platform. "I'm not, am I?"

"No." Brian braces one arm on the bed to keep his balance. "Try opening your eyes."

Justin's pulling him down, mouth soft and warm. This easy twist of his body, and Justin's straddling him, eyes wide and dark. "That helps. Did you know that you're glowing?"

"You're so fucking high."

"Like--like fluorescence. Luminescence." The SATs were unfortunate, Brian thinks, watching Justin's forehead screw up in concentration. "Bright. Something really, really holy."

Brian snickers. Some people find religion in church, but Justin tends to find it in orgasm. Not so different--both find him on his knees. "You think that, Sunshine."

He's close enough to see the smile, flash of white teeth and then Justin's pulling at Brian's shirt and then his own, murmuring about heat exhaustion and preventing strokes in this reasonable tone that would sound so much better if he wasn't tilting starboard the entire time. He's loose enough to roll onto the bed, high enough to just stay there, shirt caught under his arms and staring up at the ceiling like it's the Sistine Chapel. Or like it's promising him the world's best blowjob. "This is so cool."

*****

Someone make this thing move or I swear, I'll kill them both in bed just so they'll leave me alone. Pajamafic my ass. They won't even undress, dammit.

*sulking with a good reason now*

...I swear, I'll kill them both in bed just so they'll leave me alone.

Ooooh, can I watch? *grins meanly*

As for Justin/Lex... Can I just say "Arrrgh!" and run the other direction with my arms flailing? It's just... it's sad to pair someone so damn drool-worthy with someone who just... makes me shudder.

Yes, my Justin dislike is back in full force. Surprisingly enough, this is from only watching 5 minutes of one of the S2 repeat eps last night.

*shakes head sadly*

You give me this intense crusadery need to *convert* you. It's almost frightening.

Lexin? Julex? *evil laughter*

Watch season three. The naked parts.

Lexin? Julex?

Heh. They sound like cheap knock-off watch brands.

Lustin

I keep looking at the list, thinking, I could do that, I could do *that*, but then again, what if they ask me for like, Baron Harkonnen slash?

You can say what pairings you are willing and unwilling to write in a given fandom...

*wary*

I'm trying to figure out if I could actually pull it off. My StS one was just not-working. But hmm.

Hmm. I need to look at the list again.

I dare you to kill them both in bed. Mutual drug OD, one starry Milky Way of a fuck as their hearts wind down, the end. *grins*

You and

out_there! My God, people, think of the poor, sweaty, orgasmic boys...

Wait, I lost my train of thought. What was I saying again?

*applauds*

*hugs Nico*

See? I knew it was a good plan.

(Or, y'know, just Justin could die and then Brian would come out of it with a speech problem or a tic or something just socially disruptive enough that he doesn't think he's miles above the average shark in the pool, and he ends up with Michael in a house by the sea, fucking like mink.

('s just an idea.)

('s just an idea.)

It's a good idea. It's a great idea. It's an inspired idea!

*wanders off happy*

*pours bunny pellets in Jenn's ear*

You both terrify me.

*cuddles Brian rebelliously* I do *not* damage my toys! Well, except Justin, but he's so *easy*. And Clark. And Lex, with that brand. And Lana, with that throat thing. And Rogue with the drug habit....

*begins to worry*

You are both MEANIES.

*runs away, clutching Brian*

You live to damage your toys. And Brian would reflect things better broken. He'd make art of everyone who looked in him.

*slurps them up* Yummy. Part of me wants to beg you to push that religion metaphor until it almost breaks, 'cause I liiiiiiiike that.

Hmm....

*tempted*

Though I could just send them both to Chicago. I send everyone to Chicago to traumatize them fictionally. Chicago for Trauma, New York for good sex. Canada for falling in love and running away. Texas for cage fighting. California for Deep Revelations and Stuff. Once I sent people to Phoenix to dance. Because I can.

& can I put in a vote for sending Justin &/or Lex to Texas for the cage fighting??? Perhaps a road trip would be in order- some cage fighting, than some dancing, next up Chicago & trauma to be followed up by NY & good sex- Than Canada & falling in love... oops, wait that order doesn't sound right. Hmmm, ok. How about we Start in Phoenix & dancing, then Texas & cage fighting THEN due to circumstances they runaway to Canada & the falling in love- come back across the border near NY for the great sex- THEN Chicago & trauma leading to them heading back to Canada. whew. Ok, there's an outline for ya- go write! lol.

Hmmm, ok. How about we Start in Phoenix & dancing, then Texas & cage fighting THEN due to circumstances they runaway to Canada BUT first go thru California for Deep revelations! & the falling in love IN Canada- come back across the border near NY for the great sex- THEN Chicago & trauma leading to them heading back to Canada. whew. Ok, there's an outline for ya- go write! lol.

*giggles* That's a *hell* of a roadtrip. Wouldn't everyone be too tired to have sex?

No, wait, this is Brian and Justin. What am I thinking????

actually started off Justin & Lex- but Brian & Justin will do also. Or perhaps the 3 of them. Oh, heck, throw Clark in there also- the cage-fighting will be that much more interesting!

No no no! Brian and Clark would only spoil the fun! *Only* Lex and Justin. I think Chicago will work just fine. I'm *from* Chicago, actually.

but since Chicago means trauma- I want cage fighting, dancing, good sex & perhaps some falling inlove Prior to the Trauma- or intersperced within. :-)
& Midwest Gal!! Knew there was a reason I liked you.

*happy sigh* Wow. All the colour and light imagery, so gorgeous. How do you write like that? I mean, really. Sometimes I look at writing like yours and I just marvel that that's what flows out of your brain.

Some people find religion in church, but Justin tends to find it in orgasm. Not so different--both find him on his knees.

Someone should embroider that on a pillow.

purty white tight pants & belt...*drool*

*mauls your icon*

Those ABS! the hand placement... *swoon*

hmm...maybe we should stop spamming Jenn's journal. :P

Hmm, perhaps you are right- or rather instead of spamming her journal with icon idolatry &/or sexual assualt- We should get back to praising her words & Hinting non-too subtly THAT she left us with a Cliffhanger for How's It Gonna Be last night...

Good plan!

So, Jenn is a genius. I'm going to have her first love child, but you can carry the second.

*on the floor laughing too hard to breathe*

That poor icon! *gropes icon quickly* Poor, poor, mishandled, hot, addictive, sexy icon....

You do not have an icon of hot boys; therefore, I cannot grope it.

I will grope you instead. *gropes Jenn*

I got pinched earlier! & You!- Get to writing! I want some Brian-James showdown at the Babylon! :-)

Someone should embroider that on a pillow.

*giggles*

One line a week. The thing is masochistic. *hexes it*

But see, when you first posted that, I loved how slow it was, how sweet and liquid. If I could slow it down like that, I'd roll in the words, make snow angels in them, for hours.

YES, that's exactly it. Snow angels. <3

Wow, thanks.

At a line a week or just about? Many. Many. Snow angels. *grins*

ohmyfuckinggodyoukilledme.

justin - slow like honey. gaaaaah.

is this what you needed help with? this, this perfect piece of imagery?

i hate you. or, i could help you. whichever.

I counted the icons in my folder the other night when I was uploading gleefully. I had 398 -- not counting the subfolders such as dragons, Logan, and LotR bases...

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That's why he goes bad, you know -- all the good people hit him on the head or try to shoot him and constantly mistrust him, while there's this vast cohort of minions saying, We wouldn't hurt you, Lex, and we'll give you power and greatness and oh so much sex...
Wow. That was scary. Lex is like Jesus in the desert.
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Obi-Wan has a sort of desperate, pathetic patience in this movie. You can just see it in his eyes: "My padawan is a psychopath, and no one will believe me; I'm barely keeping him under control and expect to wake up any night now to find him standing over my bed with a knife!"
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Beth: god, why do i have so many beads?
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