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Sleepy, and keeping it short.
Yay Little Timba! Go forth and sparkle! But I'm sad wishing 'NSync would last forever, and selfishly wanting to see more more more JC and Chris in the media. Maybe those two should date and go public. THAT would get some attention!
I want to see Chris on his 'cycle. Never enough Biker!Chris. And watch him torment JC publically. And the world is being deprived of JC-babble, which is so lovely and sweet it makes me smile. Plus, Lance in Space! even better than the Pigs in Space! on the Muppet Show. And Rent!Joey.
See? More band. But loving LT.
::points up:: obviously I've lost the signal from my higher intelligence, so here's the snip for tonight. hopefully the start of a cvb/jcjustin story, maybe with kinky appearances of JC's might fine (censored). no promises, though.
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Hey! It's a Snippet!
from stungunbilly
western style.
There is a harsh region in Southern California known as Death Valley. It is a beautiful place, if one has an appreciation for stark contrasts and bold lines. The bones of the earth show in that valley, eons of shift and shaking, and geologists flock there in droves every year. Despite the harsh climate and its forbidding name, many creatures make it their home.
Death Valley holds a record for highest recorded summer temperatures on the planet, a fact that Justin wishes heartily that JC had told him about before bringing him here as a way to “relax”. There had been a good bit of vigorous enthusing, a discussion of a film called “Zabriskie Point” or something like it, and a description of lush red stone and blue sky. What was lacking was a discourse on the need for extra bottles of water to refill a supposedly intact radiator.
It didn’t help Justin’s plight to look up from the mysterious engine of JC’s jeep, only to see JC spreading a towel on the roadside for an impromptu suntan. A particularly vivid sequence from the infamous “Zabriskie Point”, wherein the hero and heroine of the film roll naked down a sand dune and get *very* dirty flashed through his mind. The actors were slightly different in the Timberlake version, however. He knew the last thing he should be doing was watching JC sunbathe and thinking about rolling around in the dirt, but he was only human and his friend was more than three-quarters naked.
And Justin didn’t know anything about engines anyway.
~
eep! little timba stalled in the desert! return tomorrow, when you will hear JC say:
"But Justin, if I don't let it hang out, I'll get tan lines!"
Night.
;o)
Yay Little Timba! Go forth and sparkle! But I'm sad wishing 'NSync would last forever, and selfishly wanting to see more more more JC and Chris in the media. Maybe those two should date and go public. THAT would get some attention!
I want to see Chris on his 'cycle. Never enough Biker!Chris. And watch him torment JC publically. And the world is being deprived of JC-babble, which is so lovely and sweet it makes me smile. Plus, Lance in Space! even better than the Pigs in Space! on the Muppet Show. And Rent!Joey.
See? More band. But loving LT.
::points up:: obviously I've lost the signal from my higher intelligence, so here's the snip for tonight. hopefully the start of a cvb/jcjustin story, maybe with kinky appearances of JC's might fine (censored). no promises, though.
~
Hey! It's a Snippet!
from stungunbilly
western style.
There is a harsh region in Southern California known as Death Valley. It is a beautiful place, if one has an appreciation for stark contrasts and bold lines. The bones of the earth show in that valley, eons of shift and shaking, and geologists flock there in droves every year. Despite the harsh climate and its forbidding name, many creatures make it their home.
Death Valley holds a record for highest recorded summer temperatures on the planet, a fact that Justin wishes heartily that JC had told him about before bringing him here as a way to “relax”. There had been a good bit of vigorous enthusing, a discussion of a film called “Zabriskie Point” or something like it, and a description of lush red stone and blue sky. What was lacking was a discourse on the need for extra bottles of water to refill a supposedly intact radiator.
It didn’t help Justin’s plight to look up from the mysterious engine of JC’s jeep, only to see JC spreading a towel on the roadside for an impromptu suntan. A particularly vivid sequence from the infamous “Zabriskie Point”, wherein the hero and heroine of the film roll naked down a sand dune and get *very* dirty flashed through his mind. The actors were slightly different in the Timberlake version, however. He knew the last thing he should be doing was watching JC sunbathe and thinking about rolling around in the dirt, but he was only human and his friend was more than three-quarters naked.
And Justin didn’t know anything about engines anyway.
~
eep! little timba stalled in the desert! return tomorrow, when you will hear JC say:
"But Justin, if I don't let it hang out, I'll get tan lines!"
Night.
;o)
