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[turps]

I had such a good day yesterday, slobbing out and reading SeSa. I may post some recs, I don't know. I just find it hard to do things like that as most stories I liked in some way. Of course some made me go, WTF!? but we'll not mention those. Really this fandom has some fantastic writers, it's been a pleasure to read these last few days. Now I have to get my ass in gear and send feedback which I should have done at the time but I was in a greedy read as much as possible mode.

canalbaby. I got your card today, thank you so much! And Josh, your parcel came too *squees and hugs you tight* You're the best!

I have to go now because some idiot, ie me, just knocked over a jar of pickled onions and the fumes are getting too much. My poor onions, I'm tempted to clean them off and eat them anyway. I'll have to find them first though, I suspect some have rolled under the couch.

Santa is retired for another year so I have icon space, so GIP. It's my OTP man ;)

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[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

*sniffles*

Terrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrri!

I miss you.

*hugs*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

*pets you*

I miss you too!

*hugs you tight*

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

It's cold here, I'm feeling kinda blah. Tell me a story or something to make me smile.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Poor Raven.

I don't know if you mean a rl or a fannish story so I'll go for the fannish.

This is written straight into comments so is pretty sucky, sorry honey.


It wasn't often they managed to get together now. Daily visits had become weekly had become monthly and now they guard that precious time savagely. Appointments were rearranged and assistants told that the first Wednesday of each month was sacred; whatever happened. Each time they met in a different place, a hotel in Vegas, a small inn in England, even on one memorable occasion a tour boat on the Nile. Not that they ever saw their surroundings. Each time they'd impatiently wait until they were together then shut themselves away, hiding away from the realities of fame and becoming the men they'd always been.

Chris lies on the bed, head propped on his fist as he pretends to watch TV. Not that he does, instead he concentrates totally on JC. The feel of his body against his own, the sound of soft breathing and the sleeping noises Chris has heard a million times before, and will hear a million times again. Mundane things that mean nothing expect when they mean everything. When two men use the small things to reconnect time and time again and fall a little more in love each time.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

*claps* YAY!

I love it. You *so* rock my world, sugar. That didn't suck at all and it made me smile.

*smooch*

[saba1789.livejournal.com]

That was lovely! :-)