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Oct. 11th, 2004 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI had this long post about RL sucky stuff but you know what? I've deleted it because I don't want to talk about it any more. James and I spent the last two days talking over appealing against the decision and after talking to the union he's handed in his resignation five minutes ago and that's it.
Anyway, I need happy things so have a picture of the gorgeous flat faced Wade I saw today instead.
Isn't he pretty? Such a gorgeous flat faced beautiful thing who really should be slashed with Chris a lot more often. I'm just saying. And I know a lot of people don't get the Wade love but I don't care.
Other happy things. At least the F5 story is underway, it may be late but not that late at the rate I'm writing it.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
interlock is it okay to send it your way when I'm done? How good it'll be is another matter being as I seem to be stuck in a weird place writing wise. Behind the cut is what poor Jo and Lydia were saddled with for their icon meme.
For Lydia.
~*~*~*~
Justin has perfected the art of looking without seeing. It’s the only way he can exist in a world where horror lurks on every corner.
Arms wrapped tight around his body, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he hurries along dark streets, avoiding alleyways filled with shifting shadows and tempting voices calling him inside. He never stops now whatever he hears, and his freezing fingers rub across scarred skin if he’s ever tempted to forget.
He’s heard them all at least once, screaming, yelling, calling for help but he keeps walking until the sound becomes twisted and ugly, loved voiced overlain with dripping spite and menace.
At first he’d sang to drown out the voices, constantly singing their songs until his voice was little more than a whisper and even then he kept on going, the music playing in his head.
The music still plays on, slower now, a grotesque parody of the songs they used to be, and Justin does the same. Body slowing down and aware the shadows are getting closer every day, spilling from the alley ways with gnarled fingers that grasp at his clothes.
He feels their touch but doesn’t react, just dips his head and keeps on walking.
For Jo
~*~*~*~
Justin lost his sneakers days before. He can’t remember how, just looked down one day and they’d gone. Blue sneakers replaced by puffy mottled flesh, dancers feet broken and destroyed.
Memories spark for a moment, claws against his legs, talons against his skin, but he stuffs his fist in his mouth, biting down to contain the scream and keeps on walking.
He’s only looked back once and the footprints trailed behind, blood red against grey, marking his path step by grisly step. He’s never looked back again.
He keeps walking, one foot in front of another, using the pain to guard against the voices that circle and jab at exposed nerves.
I love you.
Don’t leave me.
Help me.
Look at us, Justin. Look.
He doesn’t look. Not this time, even as the shadows spread, dancing obscenely past his vision, grabbing at his clothes and skin.
Give in Justin.
Come to us.
We love you.
Join us.
Finally he can walk no more. Falls to his knees and hold out his arms as the shadows converge.
As he falls he hears the sobs and joins in, crying tears of blood as he finally sees his friends, guilt stricken and afraid behind a cage of fire as their shadow doubles dance and crow with victory.
I've also got to post my list of updated ficlets and drabbles soon as I have more to add as you people rock my world.
I'm sorta out of the loop with fandom just now but that'll change soon I hope, first though I'm going to keep on with the F5 for a while then it's the fireworks display tonight.
I do know there's two birthdays I need to mention. First, happy belated birthday tocjmarlowe I hope it was a good one and happy birthday to dine today! Throws the sparkly confetti for you both.
Anyway, I need happy things so have a picture of the gorgeous flat faced Wade I saw today instead.
Isn't he pretty? Such a gorgeous flat faced beautiful thing who really should be slashed with Chris a lot more often. I'm just saying. And I know a lot of people don't get the Wade love but I don't care.
Other happy things. At least the F5 story is underway, it may be late but not that late at the rate I'm writing it.
interlock is it okay to send it your way when I'm done? How good it'll be is another matter being as I seem to be stuck in a weird place writing wise. Behind the cut is what poor Jo and Lydia were saddled with for their icon meme. For Lydia.
~*~*~*~
Justin has perfected the art of looking without seeing. It’s the only way he can exist in a world where horror lurks on every corner.
Arms wrapped tight around his body, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he hurries along dark streets, avoiding alleyways filled with shifting shadows and tempting voices calling him inside. He never stops now whatever he hears, and his freezing fingers rub across scarred skin if he’s ever tempted to forget.
He’s heard them all at least once, screaming, yelling, calling for help but he keeps walking until the sound becomes twisted and ugly, loved voiced overlain with dripping spite and menace.
At first he’d sang to drown out the voices, constantly singing their songs until his voice was little more than a whisper and even then he kept on going, the music playing in his head.
The music still plays on, slower now, a grotesque parody of the songs they used to be, and Justin does the same. Body slowing down and aware the shadows are getting closer every day, spilling from the alley ways with gnarled fingers that grasp at his clothes.
He feels their touch but doesn’t react, just dips his head and keeps on walking.
For Jo
~*~*~*~
Justin lost his sneakers days before. He can’t remember how, just looked down one day and they’d gone. Blue sneakers replaced by puffy mottled flesh, dancers feet broken and destroyed.
Memories spark for a moment, claws against his legs, talons against his skin, but he stuffs his fist in his mouth, biting down to contain the scream and keeps on walking.
He’s only looked back once and the footprints trailed behind, blood red against grey, marking his path step by grisly step. He’s never looked back again.
He keeps walking, one foot in front of another, using the pain to guard against the voices that circle and jab at exposed nerves.
I love you.
Don’t leave me.
Help me.
Look at us, Justin. Look.
He doesn’t look. Not this time, even as the shadows spread, dancing obscenely past his vision, grabbing at his clothes and skin.
Give in Justin.
Come to us.
We love you.
Join us.
Finally he can walk no more. Falls to his knees and hold out his arms as the shadows converge.
As he falls he hears the sobs and joins in, crying tears of blood as he finally sees his friends, guilt stricken and afraid behind a cage of fire as their shadow doubles dance and crow with victory.
I've also got to post my list of updated ficlets and drabbles soon as I have more to add as you people rock my world.
I'm sorta out of the loop with fandom just now but that'll change soon I hope, first though I'm going to keep on with the F5 for a while then it's the fireworks display tonight.
I do know there's two birthdays I need to mention. First, happy belated birthday to
cjmarlowe I hope it was a good one and happy birthday to dine today! Throws the sparkly confetti for you both.
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Date: 2004-10-11 07:22 am (UTC)THose ficlets - you're not in a happy place, are you? Because *ouch*.
[speaking of the flat faced one : http://www.livejournal.com/community/joey_daily/45944.html#cutid1]
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Date: 2004-10-11 07:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-11 07:39 am (UTC)Loca and Wade could be good too ;)
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:00 am (UTC)I'll send the story when it's done. I'm still writing it at the moment, trying to stop bleeding the angst into what's supposed to be an easy Timbertrick.
I love that pic of the flat faced one! Thank you :)
*snuggles with you*
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:02 am (UTC)Great fic, as always.
Oh, and RL sucks. *hugs you*
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:14 am (UTC)Also a bit of OT. Could you please give me your snail mail address again? Since the post card I sent you last month never made it, I'm now wondering if the problem didn't come from a mistake in the addy. I mean, it's not the first time I sent something to you and it arrived the previous times, granted, but just in case. Thanks *g*
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 08:23 am (UTC)Beautiful but sad ficlets!
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:39 am (UTC)also, you said, the union is behind him, right? *hugstight*
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:47 am (UTC)He watched as the younger man gyrated under the pulsing lights. He wasn’t sure what brought him to this club on this particular night, but here he was; watching.
Sure, he’d seen it all before, numerous times, and if he really stopped to think about it he would’ve noticed that he was being watched as well. But he didn’t have time to think, not about that.
His thoughts weren’t about watching, but wanting. Touching, tasting. Needing, yearning. It wasn’t enough for him to sit back in the shadows. It was time to take action, to follow through.
Before he had a chance to move, the object of his arousal was working his way towards the bar. Making sure he was the target, he blocked the path.
Nods were exchanged along with heated glances. Neither made further attempts at moving. “Looking good out there, kid.” The response was a bored shrug and a cocky smirk. Not to be deterred, he pressed further. “You don’t need me to tell you that, though.”
Getting restless, the younger man sighed. “I’m not his replacement. I can’t be who you want me to be.”
Grinning, he let himself relax. “I’m not one to settle, am I? Besides, it doesn’t always have to be about Timberlake, now, does it?”
With that said the two men ventured away from the lights and noise, hoping to discover excitement of their own.
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Date: 2004-10-11 09:41 am (UTC)Chin up, darling. Things'll get better. *hugs*
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Date: 2004-10-11 10:16 am (UTC)and many thanks for the birthday wishes - it's been a good day, so far.
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Date: 2004-10-11 11:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 11:43 am (UTC)*hugs you* <3333333
i hope i didn't get drool on you! *g*
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:04 pm (UTC)Wheeeeeeeeee!!
And I like the ficlets, but don't understand them. I want backstory, and supernatural revenge, and a big climactic revelationofhopetocombatthedarkshadowsforahappyendingand... *clamps hands over mouth*
Well anyway, it hooked my imagination *g*
Hope things work out sooner rather than later for James and you; until then just keep doing what you have to. {{{{{{Terri}}}}}}
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Date: 2004-10-11 02:55 pm (UTC)That's wonderful! I'm all of a quiver.
You, my dear, rock hard core and this is an extremely happy thing for me to read. Thank you again :D
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Date: 2004-10-11 03:34 pm (UTC)Working on another for you. This one might be longer than a drabble/ficlet so probably won't see it til tomorrow. (It'll be in my journal)
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:23 am (UTC)I'm so glad this comment came after I went to bed or I'd have been too happy to sleep!
I'll look forward to reading it!
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:34 am (UTC)I don't understand the ficlets either I'm afraid, they're just moments really, so doubt there'll ever be any hope :(
Things will work out, I'm confident of that.
Thanks, hon.
*hugs back*
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:35 am (UTC)*hugs back*
And what's a bit drool between friends? ;)
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:36 am (UTC)I figure it's not worth wallowing you know? There's a lot of good around to counter balance the bad.
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:38 am (UTC)You're more than welcome. I'm so glad you had a good day.
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Date: 2004-10-12 07:41 am (UTC)Thanks, honey. I'm getting there *hugs back*
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Date: 2004-10-12 08:35 am (UTC)Thank you!
*hugs back*
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Date: 2004-10-13 04:00 am (UTC)