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I've decided that James hates me. He hates me because I got up early and he decided that what we were supposed to be doing this morning we'll do tomorrow instead.

But you know why I really know he hates me? He came home and told me I had to check out this site.

It's for reborn baby dolls, and some of them are just creepy. I love babies, but man, creepy. If you look to the left you can click on babies and see all the models. While some are cute, some make me shudder just looking at them. They're the kind of dolls that rise and kill you in your bed. You'll wake up and see two beady eyes looking at you, a sharp knife clutched in pudgy fingers.

Now I've shared the link with you all, I can take it off my tabs and never think about them again.

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stellamira

That is seriously creepy. Especially the tutorial. I'm gonna dream of bodyless doll heads tonight, I just know it. And some look so realistic! When I randomly clicked on one (which was, totally incidently, "Jared"), I had to read very carfully to make sure they didn't sell real babies.

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Some are amazingly realistic, which just adds to the creepy factor.

I've been clicking random names, and some really are cute, but some are just wrong. I checked out Jared too *g*

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ephemera.livejournal.com

*is smart*

*does not click link*

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turps33.livejournal.com

You are smart, because they'd be your stuff of nightmares.

I haven't got your squick and they freak me out.

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vaudevilles.livejournal.com

Yep. James totally hates you. And I think I might too.

*shudders*

I have to go to BED now dammit! Nightmare city...

*thinks about timbertrick cheerleading story to stay sane*

Hey... Chris should be a cheerleader too. And JC. And Justin gets to throw Chris around and keeps worrying about getting a boner when Chris has to slide down his body. But nobody wears the flippy skirts. The spanky pants YES. The flippy skirts NO.

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Oh no! I'm being hated globally! *has woe*

However, I feel such horror needs sharing, because, just no!

Have fun timbertrick dreams!

Hey... Chris should be a cheerleader too.

That would work perfectly, and you know, if you wake up and I've posted cheerleader fic, ALL YOUR FAULT!

My head is full of them, and as it doesn't technically fit into the wtf stuff, I need to let it out somehow.

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Your fault!

~~~~

The gym is deserted when Justin lets himself in. Empty bleachers and limp flags, homemade wolf-adorned banners attached to the walls. He walks confidently forward, crossing scuffed colourful lines marking multiple courts; his footsteps soft as he sets down an armful of books and lets his bag thump to the floor. Sitting, he props his feet on the first bleacher, arranges his notebook open in his lap -- then waits.

He’s fought so hard for this, taking on the faculty and a sports department that believes that cheerleaders can never be male. Now, after months of protests and his mom threatening discriminatory law, Justin’s been given this chance. A one time deal to assemble his own squad, because there’ll be no mixing of the sexes. Not in this town.

Of course, that means nothing if no one signs up.

An hour and Justin’s finished his math homework, solving problems while ignoring the students pressed against the door. Laughing and jeering, waiting for him to fail.

Two hours and he knows it’s over, is packing his bag when the door suddenly opens with an echoing crash. Jumping, Justin drops his pen, is scrabbling on the floor when someone sits next to him with a cheery, “Sorry I’m late.”

Justin looks up at a beaming smile, watches as the guy rummages in his bag, pulling out a crumpled flyer. One of a hundred that Justin and his mom had made the week before.

“I had to stay back, detention, not that I did anything wrong. Much.” Smile widening even further, the guy smoothes out the paper. “I’m Joey, and I want to join your squad.”

Justin wants to cartwheel across the floor. Instead he grins wide as he pulls out forms and a notebook from his bag. “I’m Justin, but I guess you know that already. I’m also the only other person on the squad, so, if you want to back out….”

Justin doesn’t want Joey to back out, not at all, but he has to give him that chance. Even if he feels sick as Joey says nothing, thinking, as Justin’s smile fades away.

”I’ll stay,” Joey says, and he leans back, relaxed and confident, obviously uncaring they’re a squad of two. “Anyway, JC said he was coming, so that’s three.”

Justin can’t visualise a JC, but that’s not surprising. Their school is big and Justin doesn’t know everyone, despite how hard he tries.

“Is…”

The doors open and Justin stops speaking as two people walk in. Justin recognises Jason from English period one, so the other has to be JC. Skinny with baggy pants and a bag that seems to be made partially of red fur.

“Hey, C.” Joey’s jumping from his bleacher. He lands in front of JC, greeting him with a slap of hands and Justin’s pulling out more forms, smiling hard all the while.

They’re sitting filling in forms when the door slams open, making Justin jump, his pen scratching across the page.

“Fuck them. Fuck them with a rusty pole.”

Justin puts down his form, standing as the newcomer hurries close.

“Can you believe they cut me because they said I’m too small? Fuck that.”

He glares as if daring anyone to disagree. Justin says nothing, just waits as the guy paces, his cheeks flushed and hands clenched. Finally he squeaks to a halt, holding out his hand.

“I’m getting on that field somehow, so, sign me up.” He holds out a hand, waiting, and takes a deep breath when Justin hands over a form. “Thanks. I’m Chris by the way.”

“Hey.” Justin nods his own greeting, all the while wanting to dance around the gym. They may be mismatched, but they’re his, a squad at last.

~*~*~*~*~

The first time they practice is a disaster. They’re on the field next to the science building and Justin has to ignore the sniggers as JC cartwheels into a trash can and Jason spends most of his time going right when the rest go left. There’s kicked legs and stomped feet and the pyramid collapses when Joey preens and JC gets distracted and Chris scowls at the football team playing close-by.

At least Chris lands on his feet, and Justin tries to remember that when he’s sitting in the bleachers, chugging water and watching the girl cheerleaders perform.

He doesn’t stay long. It’s too depressing seeing how far they’ve got to go.

~*~*~*~*~

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