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[turps]

I'm totally stealing this idea from msktrnanny, with permission I must add *g*

canalbaby said according to research today is officially the worst day of the year. However, today has been good for me, an awesome present from CJ, good progress on the house and having fun looking at footage, oh and the satisfaction of telling mam to shut up and stop being so rude when she started laying into me for not washing Corey's school shirts properly. So I'd like to pass some of that on in case any of you are having the worst day. Not that I can offer much but comment and I'll write you a small ficlet, or make an icon or post you a picture, anything like that.

It's a weird thing to offer maybe as I have a big job outstanding for something else, but right now I'm online in little and often time periods. I haven't the time to concentrate on something big tonight.

Btw, there's no need to be sad to ask, anyone is welcome, as long as they don't expect much ;)

Comments

[beejaybee.livejournal.com]

Well what a sweet idea! Let me be the first to whine and snivel 'cause in my world, this day has lived up to it's reputation so far. So since you're offering...a new TrickC icon might make it all better. =)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I loved the idea when I saw it at msktrnanny's journal :)

No problem at all with the icon. Let me see what I can come up with.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Okay, icons are totally subjective I know, so if you don't like it just yell. I won't be offended at all.

[trumpeterofdoom.livejournal.com]

Today hasn't been depressing as it has been traumatic (Matthew Time, I keeeeel you!!!) and boring (Oliver, Oliver, never before has a boy wanted more). And wah. My mp3 player is playing TIPY now, and before that was I Thought She Knew, and my fandom heart is about to break into itty bitty pieces.

So, please? Anything'll do, really. Not asking for much.

[dreamtrance.livejournal.com]

today has just been mad crazy busy. I feel like I'm being pulled in 13 directions.

*hugs*

youre too sweet

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

*snuggles*

but only if you tell me what I can write that will make you smile?

[and the weekend was way worse than today, so here's to bucking the odds]

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I always feel like I'm sending you stuff to beta when I write for you *g*

I hope you enjoy.

*snuggles with you*

~*~*~*~

“Feeling nostalgic?”

Chris looks up at Joey’s question. “Not really,” he replies, lying easily as he turns back to the photo album that lies open on his lap. It’s from one of their earliest photo shoots, real grins and expressions of joy forever frozen in time. A reminder of before that feels detached and unreal. “We were so young back then.”

“Some of us maybe,” Joey jokes, and he walks into the room, stepping over boxes and pushing aside piles of albums so he can get to the floor, his leg pressed against Chris’ as they sit side by side.

Treating the familiar joke with the silence it deserves Chris turns the page, smiling when he sees a picture of Lance, hair blazing white in the sun. He looks nothing like the Lance of today, different hair, different muscles, even a different nose. Except he hasn’t changed at all, the same warm friendship surrounding him always, only becoming deeper over the years.

“I can’t believe he let us do that to his hair.” Joey is looking at Lance too and he shakes his head, face an expression of exaggerated horror.

“Yeah, well we all had our hair problems back then,” Chris jokes, and he smiles when he remembers the scratch of braids against his neck, a welcome reminder as the pictures he holds become more real, a life lived and not a past spun from PRs lies.

Joey laughs, bumping Chris with his elbow as he turns the page. “I liked your braids. You should get more.”

“I can see it now, Chris Kirkpatrick chases his youth with an interesting hair style. Stay tuned as we talk to the oldest Nsync member to find out if pink braids are the new black this season.” Chris drops his fake accent and looks at Joey with a big grin. “I think I will.” Ignoring the laughter, Chris turns the page once more, his grin fading when he’s confronted with a picture of himself. “It used to be so easy then.”

“What was?” Joey asks, and the atmosphere in the room changes slightly as Chris points.

“That. I was thin back then. I didn’t have to work my ass off every day to lose weigh.” Chris scowls at his younger self and the memories of eating what he liked when he liked without worrying about weight. Not that he’s obsessed with it now, he’s happy with how he looks, except he’s not happy at all. The biting itch of ‘look how fat he is’ may be buried deep but it’s still there, ready to be worried at and inflamed on the nights confidence is low leaving emotions exposed and raw.

“You were too thin then,” Joey remarks casually, and he takes the album and closes it with a snap. “Not that you didn’t look good, you did.” He pushes aside a box of grinning bobbleheads and reaches for another album, checking the dates inside before opening it on his lap. “You looked better here.”

Chris looks at the picture, recognising it in an instant. “That’s last month. At J’s barbeque.” He examines the picture and can’t help a grin as he sees real smiles and expressions of joy once more. Memories flaring of Justin draped over his shoulders, all long legs, clinging arms and prickly hair against his neck. Of Lance standing cool and collected in dark shades, dorky grin wide. Of JC sitting cross legged on the ground, feet bare and his hair a mess of crushed spikes and the feel of Joey’s hand against his own, warm and grease slicked after an afternoon of eating and drinking without care.

“It’s my favourite picture,” Joey says, and he looks at Chris. “You’ve never looked better.” He puts the album back in place then stands and grabs Chris’ hand, pulling him to his feet in one easy movement. “Come on, I’ve made dinner. Of course it could easily heat up.”

The suggestion is obvious, and as Chris runs toward the bedroom he knows he’s loved, whatever his size.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

*loves on you* - sometimes, it's good to be predictable, if it means that folks know what you like ;D - big smiles, dearone, big smiles Thank you.

[ihearthings-ii.livejournal.com]

I'm all greedy, cause I asked KC for something too. but um. if you feel like a little TrickC iconing, I wouldn't say no!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You make such gorgeous icons that I don't know why you need one off me, but anything for you.



If you don't like just yell and I'll try again.

[edie22.livejournal.com]

If you're up to iconing, I'd totally love a TrickC one. :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I am up to iconing :)

As usual if you don't like just say, I'd really rather you got something you like.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

I'm actually quite good unless my sleepiness counts ;-).

*smooch*

[saba1789.livejournal.com]

That's such a nice thing to offer! :-) I love this fandom. *squishes you*

[ceci2176.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you're having a good day! :-) I'm not gonna rant and rave about mine, because all things considered it's been pretty darned good.

I need my sparkly musae back...do you think you can help me find them? You're welcome to ask for something in return, as long as it's got owies no matter what the story/icon request, I'll do my best.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I had a wonderful day, thank you and am glad you had the same :)

How about this to find your musae? ;) Very short because it's damn late and I'm tired.

I'd love some h/c in return :D

“I don’t need any help, why can’t you all see that.” JC grits his teeth, anger white hot as he fights back the urge to claw at the splint wrapped around his leg. He hates it, can’t stand the ugly fabric and metal that presses against his tender swollen skin. A constant reminder of screeching metal, broken bones and throbbing pain.

“That’s good, because I wasn’t going to offer any.” Chris sounds casual, bored even as he leans against the wall, hands jammed deep in his pockets as he watches JC. “I know you can walk with your crutches, when you get over yourself and decide to rejoin the living you know where I am.”

He leaves without a backward glance, and all JC can do is watch him go.

[seeksasylum.livejournal.com]

I'm actually having quite a good day (got the apartment, moving in 19 days! woo!). So maybe the guy who said today was the worst day of the year has other issues. *nods*

[call-me-loca.livejournal.com]

HMMMM

You know how much I love your icons

surprise me

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I made two for you.




Sorry, I had to do it ;)

You real one though, if you don't like it tell me and I'll do you another.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

Well my day was ok, but my weekend was sucky. Does that count?

I'd take a ficlet if you don't mind. You know what I like baby. ;) *smooch*

[trickyjazzer.livejournal.com]

Ohh what a wonderful idea. I've never asked anyone to write me a ficlet before. *gasp* I know! I'm shocked myself. lol Or if that's just to much right now... an icon would be just fine. *hugs*

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Of course I'll write you a ficlet! It'll be tomorrow now though as it's really late and I need to go to bed now *g*

Just tell me what pairing you'd like and I'll get to it.

*hugs you back*

[firequill.livejournal.com]

I did actually have a crappy day (fighting with my mother) - but I was already commenting before I read what your post was about to say that I really like your icon. It's super cute. My day (week, month) has already been made brighter by your niceness not to mention your generosity.

Plus I've just remembered I made room to put up and icon I stole from you last week and didn't put up yet! DOH! *runs off to upload*! :)

[digital-diva.livejournal.com]

I'm having a crappy year so far, so you know. ahahaha! ;-)

TrickC icon? Please? If the creative juices are still flowing?

[turps33.livejournal.com]

A crappy year deserves more than an icon, so you can have an icon and a huge squishy hug, just like this one *hugs squishy hugs*

You know how it goes for the icon :)