I read a truly inspiring amount of fic today. Not the least of which was Free Man in Paris, which was my goal for the break, so that was cool. It had me going pretty wiggy for a while in there, as I can't stand non/miscommunication and the tension and all of it was just making me grind my teeth and wail in frustration for a long minute. And then it ended so, so well I misted up. Because they could! No matter what. Seriously, the world underestimates the love and devotion their fans have in our hearts.
Wow. So, skip 400 and we're back on top!
isilya made me a Joey icon, the darling. *hugs* We've got matching icons! And little SEALS! We might be big, adorable dorks.
*points to musical selection* One of the cruise lines started a new campaign with this song in all their ads, and wow. So powerful. Read some angst-happy fic over it and you've got me, all mushy and misty right there on the family room sofa.
Just when Lance couldn't have been a gayer boy, he has to throw the monkeywrench of that truly unbecoming bit of attire into the speculation mix and skew everything.
Justin on the cover of The Face? More Prince than Michael Jackson, but I might love it nonetheless.
Orlando Bloom is the hotness. Those pictures of him in the Harley shirt with the length of hair made for grabbing in the heat of passion? Yes. Lots, please.
Did I mention I didn't drive back today? Because, yes.
Wow. So, skip 400 and we're back on top!
*points to musical selection* One of the cruise lines started a new campaign with this song in all their ads, and wow. So powerful. Read some angst-happy fic over it and you've got me, all mushy and misty right there on the family room sofa.
Just when Lance couldn't have been a gayer boy, he has to throw the monkeywrench of that truly unbecoming bit of attire into the speculation mix and skew everything.
Justin on the cover of The Face? More Prince than Michael Jackson, but I might love it nonetheless.
Orlando Bloom is the hotness. Those pictures of him in the Harley shirt with the length of hair made for grabbing in the heat of passion? Yes. Lots, please.
Did I mention I didn't drive back today? Because, yes.