I think resignated is my new favourite word.

[turps]

Yesterday was a horrible no good awful day where home truth were presented on many fronts. However, the best thing about horrible no good awful days is the fact they end and it did and today isn't a horrible no good day at all. First I had a parcel from castalie which, thank you! I don't know if that's the thing that you said was supposed to come but hadn't but we'll sort that out later off here. Just know, thank you again, you didn't have to *smooches her Mouse* Then I finished my story for sentinelsecrets. The idea suddenly struck and the words flew until the whole thing was done. ( Mouse, you can stick out your tongue now *g* )So with that done and 2/5 of the Honey story done I'm confident that I may get everything done that needs to be done this month done after all.

What the heck? Is there supposed to be all those dones in one sentence? One funny thing, reading over the TS story I discovered a whole section in the middle where Blair had been replaced with Chris. I guess I know who's always on my mind.

Anyway, people for who I had things to do yesterday but didn't due to the day from hell. Honestly, by the night I just wanted to get my head down with my boys so accept my apologies.

This morning I'm all about the Backstreet squee especially as erilyn posted some of the most fantastic footage ever. Man, I was watching, hands over my mouth sort of going goodgodgoodgodfuck and many other words of that like as Kevin writhed around this pole/ladder thing and just...I'm getting the shivers just thinking about it. Then the camera goes to Nick and he's standing in these shiny trousers and he puts his hands behind his head and grasps the rungs of the ladder thing and he's moving and just...*whimpers*

Way to be coherent there but I'm sure you get the picture.

Now as I'm in such a good mood. Kevin writhing! lets have a meme as I catch up. Feel free to play or not it's all good for there is Kevin writhing in the world.

There's been an accident, and my memory's been wiped. I have no recollection of who I am. Tell me about myself. What do you know about me? What kind of person am I? What are my likes and dislikes? How did we meet and how long have we known each other? Is there one thing in particular that stands out about me? Tell me who I am.

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[hegemony.livejournal.com]

When Kevin would get a free afternoon, he'd show JC around, thinking that JC hadn't been smart enough to scope the place out on his own. Nevertheless, Kevin's clearance into places JC could never get to on his own would make this worth his wile.

JC would have already known that the island was huge, but this would be EXTREMELY huge. Control rooms, Spas, kitchens and courtyards filled with lush, beautiful trees. The island would have everything fathomable in the imagination, intergrated like if on a battleship for the British navy that JC had been deployed on, once before. And it's almost the same idea. Forsaking a window to the outside will get you paradise in here. Forsaking a leap to the outer world, other than on the internet, would get you a dream.

And still, JC wouldn't know where the hell to find what the federation was really trying to do. Sure, they kept their henchmen happy, but what's the shadow army really up to? Why is it there, why does it stay?

There would even be things such as a primative outdoor strip bar in a cove on the other side of the island, out on an abandoned air strip where they used to keep the planes. Metal poles, jutting out as if to keep the island structurally sound. JC would just look in awe.

So, how do you like it? Kevin would ask, as he stalked to the pole from the back of the cave.

What do you mean? JC would stumble, looking at the way that Kevin moves.

How do you like our little piece of heaven, hmm? Kevin asks.

It's amazing JC would say, looking at kevin as he swings around.

I bet you're wondering why I brougnt you here. Kevin would smile. No particular reason, actually. Just, a cool place to be, really. At night, they set fires out here and people come with their drums and their voices and anything else they can use to make music and you just get up and dance. It's so...uncivilized. And sure, you could put on a show, use the pole, strip if you like, but nobody had to.

But you did, JC would smile.

A month and you already know me so well, Kevin would croon, hearing those drums in his head, moving his hips while re-approaching the pole. Come out with me here, again, tonight. I'll strip for you.

I think I'd like that, JC would breathe. Mostly because he knew it would get him nowhere, that it was simply toxic self-indulgence that he shouldn't be binging on. He knows that he's talking to some kind of evil mastermind here, and wants more than just his skin to be revealed.

Nevertheless, JC could and would never turn away from just...watching. No participation. He could just watch.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

*thud*

Still so good on the second read.

The pole! *flails*