turps

A distraction before I kick Silver out of the window.

This is how it works: Comment on this entry and get a letter.
Write ten words beginning with that letter, including an explanation what the word means to you and why.

Ceci gave me a c.

Corey -- You know, Ceci is a star as she picked a letter with all my favourite boys :) I love my son, a lot. He's ten now and sometimes I look at him and wonder where the years have gone. He's growing into such a lovely young man, someone I'm proud to know. Not that he's perfect, not at all. He's got faults and drives me crazy at times, but what it comes down to is, I love him deeply. It's that simple.

Chris -- But not the one you're thinking *g* Chris is my brother. He's two years younger than me, not that he acknowledges that as he calls me 'our kid, young un, all that jazz. He's also the one who calls me turps, to him I don't actually have any other name. He went through a bad patch when he was younger, running with a bad crowd and picked up bad habits. But he's clean now, has a great job as a manager of a kitchen building firm, a lovely house and a baby on the way any day. I'm so incredibly proud of him.

Chris k. You knew this was coming right? -- I'll take you back in time, when I was taking my first hesitant steps into rps. I knew nothing about Nsync and was all about BSB. Kevin/Nick was my otp, still is, but I'd ran out of stories about those two, so had ventured into the unknown land of crossovers. I found a story about Chris, and fell in lust that day. Within days I'd saved as much as I could find about him, and years later that love is still there. I honestly think he's beautiful, respect him a lot, love his voice, just everything.

Crack and typewriters. -- This is actually a user interest of mine. It comes from the first fannish meeting I went to at

nopseud's and each time I see that phrase I'm reminded of a most wonderful group of people. See, in real life I'm horribly self conscious. I find it really hard to meet people face to face, but it is getting easier, though in crowds over a few people you'd think I was mute. So, this first meeting at nopseud's and I was so scared, but meeting everyone helped put me at ease. We laughed so much that week, and it's lovely to know these people are friends, I'm incredibly lucky. Oh, the interest comes from fic_requests. Someone had asked for a ficlet where Lance is raped, has the baby and despite Justin not being the father, wants to be the daddy. The phrase anyone can write anything with a mind full of crack and a typewriter was born, or something like that. It was a long time ago. Pen actually wrote that story btw *g*

Crackfic -- I love the stuff. I know some people don't get it but crackfic is fun. Both writing and reading. The Lamp thing makes me laugh, and I hope no one thinks that's serious because dude!. Stories about lamps, couches, fish, unicorns, they're just so much fun. They make me happy reading and that's a good thing.

Chocolate -- I love chocolate, sadly I can't have too much of it now. You know what sucks? Corey has about 808669010826 chocolate eggs just sitting in the kitchen. He's not that much of a chocolate fan so they just sit there, and I have to see them each day....sigh.

Chief -- ie Blair Sandburg. I really like Blair, he's cute, dedicated, loyal, and gave up his whole career for Jim. I know TS is a badly written sometimes, but the characters themselves? They shine, and to me, Blair shines the most of all.

Cock -- Lets face it, a lot of slash, and therefore my fannish life, is centered around cock. Of course that's over simplifying hugely, but still, boys wanting boys, hot monkey sex, it eventually comes down to cock.

castalie -- Mouse is my oldest internet friend, I was in my twenties when I met her! ;) She's one of the best people I've ever had the pleasure to know, and she shares part of my brain. I know I can say anything to her and she won't blink an eye. She's kinktastic, loves the dark stuff as much as I do, is a total tv addict and really just an awesome friend. That she's stuck around through all my bad patches, the times I've flaked out on her, well. She's one in a million.

Collars -- I was thinking of a number 10 and remembered this because it was brought up in chat yesterday. Pretty boys in collars, just hmmmm. Do you need more?

rikes has one of the best icons ever to show this.

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