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[turps]

Some of you will know that I co mod sentinel_thurs with castalie. The Sentinel was the first fandom I wrote in, and while popslash is my main fandom now, I still love The Sentinel a lot. I also love our community a lot. This week we issued the 200th challenge and that still makes me think, whoa!

Sentinel Thursday was the first Sentinel community on LJ. At the time there was a big anti LJ feeling in TS fandom, but we created the community anyway, and since then we've had thousands of stories posted. From drabbles to epics written over continuous challenges. I'm proud of our community, and invite you to check out some of the stories.

The challenge this week was 200, and there's been some great double drabbles posted. Both Mouse and I have posted one and so have many other talented Sen fans. So if you also think Jim and Blair are the most canon uncanon couple on tv. Go and check it out.

August 4th is Bassez day and joshysleo has issued a challenge over at bassez_day. It looks like fun, so you should go and see. I don't think I've actually written Bassez, and I still might not. But you should.

What I have written is more cheerleader!sync today. It's fun playing in that verse. They're fun, when they're not getting called names and hit by balls. Not that I'm actually writing that story. Nope, not at all.

The promo for ManBand gives me glee! I may explode with happiness when it actually comes on air.

Which is a good place to end I feel. I think I'm going to have an early night.

Comments

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

At this rate I will have to get a spanky pants icon!

Where is it? WHEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE?

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You will *g*

Here it is ;)


Justin takes the long way back to the changing rooms. His fingers hurt where they’re clenched around his file, and he kicks savagely at a stone, sending it skittering along the ground.

He hears the giggles when he passes the varsity cheering squad, groups of girls, their hair tied with red ribbons and wearing tiny pleated skirts, their pom poms rustling as they move.

Justin ignores them all. Just keeps walking as they whisper his name. Scorn blatant on their pink glossy lips and painted eyes.

He reaches the gym block and slows, trying to scrape together the words he needs to talk to his squad. They need enthusiasm and belief, not anger, and Justin takes a moment to uncurl his fingers and just breathe.

A few minutes and he goes inside. It’s cool after the bright sun of outside and Justin hurries along the deserted corridor, nodding a distracted greeting at Jason’s girlfriend, who’s waiting next to the changing room door. She doesn’t reply, just pretends to look at old notices on the wall.

Justin doesn’t care. If it wasn’t for Jason they’d never interact at all. As it is, she’s someone who hovers on the peripherals of Justin’s world. There but not important.

“I told you it’s fine.”

The changing room is warm with damp heat, steam curling near the ceiling and Justin can hear the showers dripping onto the tiled floor. He can also hear Chris, who sounds annoyed, something that Justin sees for himself when he walks around the end locker to find the rest of his squad.

They’re grouped around one of the middle benches. There’s a blood stained paper towel next to Chris, and JC is crouched in front of him, looking anxious, his hand hovering over Chris’ knee. Joey’s already changed, his hair wet and his t-shirt sticking to his back as he stuffs his uniform into his bag. While Jason stands in front of his open locker, his back to Justin as he rummages inside.

“Before you ask, I’m fine.” Chris’ bottom lip is swollen and he scowls when he pulls at his t-shirt, looking at the spots of blood. “I need to get this washed.”

“My mom can do it; she’ll use the spot stain stuff.” It’s not Justin’s responsibility to look after the uniforms, but he is in charge, and he hopes that distinction is enough for Chris to get past his pride.

“Thanks,” Chris says simply, and flashes a pink tinged smile as he peels off the t-shirt and hands it over.

“I’ll bring it back tomorrow,” Justin says, glancing down at the small spots of blood that bleed outwards, dark against the white material. Each one is a reminder of emotions he’s trying to hide, and Justin turns to his locker, concentrating on the combination. Turning the dial he listens to the sounds of fabric against skin and feet against the ground. When he looks around Chris and JC are heading for the showers, towels wrapped securely around their waists.

There’s distance between them but they still seem close, JC grinning as he leans in, listening to something Chris whispers in his ear.

Curious, Justin’s about to strip out of his clothes and follow, when Jason looks his way.

“Justin.”

Jason sounds nervous, and Justin keeps unpacking his bag. Towel, shower gel, the shampoo that makes his curls gleam. He sets them on the bench, his stomach knotted, because he knows this can’t good.

“I’m leaving the squad.” Jason shuts his locker with a clang. He’s looking at Justin, as if willing him to understand, but all Justin understands is he’s lost more ground.

“I thought... I guess I didn’t think it would be so hard.” Jason looks away then, talking to the ground. “No one wants a male cheering team. Manda says. Well she says we’re a laughing stock.” He makes an aborted attempt to touch Justin’s arm. “I’m sorry.”


Jason leaves and Justin doesn’t say a word. There’s nothing he can say.

“I never liked him anyway.” Joey steps away from his own locker and drapes his arm around Justin’s shoulders, pulling him in for a brief hug. He smells like soap and feels warm, a solid strength that Justin draws on as he regroups and makes plans to start again.

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

*does flick flacks and flying back layouts*

I want to follow Chris and JC to the showers!!!!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Very impressive display *g*

You would!!

[vaudevilles.livejournal.com]

And I'd find you already hiding behind a shower curtain to watch.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That's very true.

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

bwahahahah! I love it.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

I'm having a lot of fun with the cheerleaders.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

You should come and join, Ter. Especially if you don't think you've done that pairing yet. ;)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Like I told KC, I'll think about it.

*mwah*

[msktrnanny.livejournal.com]

Okay, I think the fact that you haven't written Basez is reason enough for you to do it now. You can even include Chris by telling it from his POV or something. [I know the idea of Chris-less fic gives you hives. lol] I'll chant if I need to.

TERRI! BASSEZ! TERRI! BASSEZ! TERRI! BASSEZ!

I can keep going. ;-)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I have written a Chris-less fic before. Well nearly, he was involved in a phone call. But he wasn't there so it counts *g*

Dude, no need to keep chanting. I'll think about it ;)

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

This week we issued the 200th challenge

Wow, that's really impressive!! Congratulations!!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

I'm still giddy at the thought, really. And I'm kinda very proud too; because there was no central TS comm at the time and now we have one of the most known TS community on LJ and just - that rocks, really :-)

Also, did you see how many awesome responses we got for this challenge? Our members spoiled 'us', methinks!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

We should be proud, so very proud.

I know! The stories are coming thick and fast. I still have a load to read and am looking forward to it.

Unrelated. OMG! I just read the best kink M7 series. Breath play, bondage, golden showers, role play Chris/Vin/Ezra and just. Man. It hit my buttons and then some. It was hot and harsh and Ezra had a dick piercing and in another story on the site Vin uses a sound.

I had to tell you because I knew you'd get it.

Getting kinky (http://hometown.aol.co.uk/juliaverinder/Kink.htm)