Greetings and Salutations!

::there is a loud SMASH! as a bottle of Dom Perignon is shattered over the prow of the good ship "livejournal". The crowd OOHs and AHs::

Hey, I made it!

Okay, here we go.
The plan is to use this here live journal (thanks kirsch!) to gain the illusion of control over all the hopping bunnies and snippets on my hard drive. Thereby polluting not merely my own brain, but the universe at large.

Mwahaha!

The first thing you must know about me is that I am an obsessive freak of nature and tend to fixate on things serially. The mad craze phase usually passes, but not without leaving larger patterns of compulsive behavior in its wake.

Currently, the long-term obsession is slash fan fiction in general. The minor chord is being played by the terrible puppies, *Nsync. That's right, folks, RPS. The slash of doom. And the serial fixation is the cereal boys, CLex.

But expect any and every fandom to make its way onto this journal; no funky fandom left unfazed by the foraging freak that I am. :O)

Here we go!
sgb

Whoopee, 2 friends and an icon to call my own...

Does this stay so exciting? Or is it like that cool fish hobby that looked so fun until you had spent hundreds of dollars on the fish and the tank and the sparkly accessories and bought the handbook and talked to all the store owners but then the fish didn't really do anything so you forgot to clean the tank and then it got all mangy and you cleaned it but Skippy the goldfish died and you felt guilty so you didn't want to get another fish but the tank got REALLY skanky and it made your room smell so you finally gave it to your responsible!friend who won't let you feed the guppies?

::clears throat::
I'll just assume this'll stay fun, 'lright?

I think I'm going to start with the snippety behavior right now. My SO is throwing pantyriling fits in the corner on the OTHER computer because it froze on the epic. I need something silly and sexy to cheer me up.

Sooooooo.
Should I throw in a JuC snippet or a list of favorites?
I think a snippet.

Okay. Now how does this newfangled thingy work; do I post directly or do it as a reply to my own post? I'm thinking I'll try just posting it here. But if I do any of this screwily (? is this a word) then ya'll feel free to step in and smack me into correctness.

Here is Snippet #1 then.

It's sorta lamby and sorta JuC but more TrickC only not really quite anything.

Justin later thought that if it had been happening in a movie, he and Lance would have realized that they loved each other and been happy together. It wasn’t, and they didn’t, instead they still loved JC and Chris respectively and all the blow jobs and mutual orgasms in the world didn’t make them any closer. The shared misery did improve their friendship for awhile, until they got tired of each other’s snotty, weeping faces and had to take a break.
Plus Lance looked stupid when sleeping and snored, and Justin left towels on the bathroom floor and had a tendency toward weird allergies which annoyed the hell out of Lance.
So Justin stopped living in Lance’s house and moved in with Joey. Joey didn’t seem to mind, nor did Kelly because Justin was surprisingly good with Brianna. Justin even decided that if he ever fell in love with one of his friends again, it had to be Joey because anyone Joey was involved with wouldn’t question physical contact up to actual naked hugging. It was just so nice to Kelly’s mind that Joey came home after clubbing that she could care less if his less-than-straight bandmate sat in his lap for hours watching games and stealing his beer.
Eventually Joey went off with Lance again to poke around Hollywood looking for further movie offers. Kelly and Brianna started house-hunting in Toronto and Justin felt that at this point JC and Chris HAD to take him in. He tried not to annoy them, he really did. He never played his music loud when they were sleeping, he didn’t bring anyone back who stayed the night, and he only stayed to watch once when he accidentally walked in on JC in the shower. He was pretty sure JC never thought anything of the incident but Chris blew things all out of proportion.
Chris even seemed to have a problem suddenly with Justin walking around in only his boxers. It was stupid because, they’d all worn boxers around each other on the bus frequently, and also JC didn’t even seem to notice. But Chris did, and Justin ended up giving ground on the shirt issue as well. It really was colossally unfair since JC slouched around in tiny cutoffs all summer, getting a wonderful tan by the pool. The lotion-rubbing was necessary, only an act of friendship, and it truly surprised Justin when he found himself on the porch with his bag and his guitar and the stuffed kangaroo he bought JC on a whim.
“Don’t call us, and we won’t call you”, said Chris, with JC looking sheepish and adorable behind him. The door closed, but Justin saw JC waving at him through the window as the cab pulled away.
Britney hadn’t been expecting him. Wade, though, didn’t mind him staying with them. Justin being gay now caused him hours of delight. It was even okay for Justin to lie on the bed in the hotel room with Britney holding him while he cried and talking him down from calling JC with an ultimatum involving True Love and the future of *Nsync.
“Chris isn’t a jerk, he just doesn’t want to lose JC,” she said after three days, ruining it.
His mom made him ice tea and cobbler and confiscated the kangaroo the morning she found him sleeping with it.
Finally he was done with wallowing. It took a couple of false starts, but he bought a Harley and rode it from Orlando to Los Angeles, with only two bodyguards and no friends at all. He called Johnny and set up some studio time, and poured all his heartbreak into the music. If this had been a movie, the songs would have been great. It wasn’t, but they were still great. He only called to have JC come help produce after two months, and didn’t complain when he said Chris was coming too.