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Day Twenty-Three
Due to technical and personal difficulties I dropped the ball yesterday. Here be Day Twenty-Two.
I adore this picture. It's platinum!Lance, and in this moment he looks every bit his age and inexperience, as well as their collective unreadiness and astonishment at the sudden meteoric rise of their stock after working so hard for so long. It looks like a realization moment, a flash of insight or clarity where everything that's blindsided you finally sinks through skin and flesh and bone into the marrow, becomes so real you can feel it. He looks like he just woke up to realize they had become world-reknown popstars while he was sleeping.
Disarm by Jae
Lance had never fought the changes, he had just been slower than the others to realize they were necessary. Once he decided he needed a mask, he worked at it with the same dogged determination that he brought to everything he did. He knew his own strengths and limitations, knew he lacked JC's blinding talent, Joey's reflexive charm, Chris' lightning mind, Justin's captivating grace. What he possessed was a systematic intelligence, a brutal persistence, a relentless discipline.
Oh, Lance. *hugs him tight* The fact that he's in fact nothing as cold and jaded as this is a testament to the boys, and I thank them in so many ways for looking out for him when it would've been so easy to become that hardened in their line of work.
I adore this picture. It's platinum!Lance, and in this moment he looks every bit his age and inexperience, as well as their collective unreadiness and astonishment at the sudden meteoric rise of their stock after working so hard for so long. It looks like a realization moment, a flash of insight or clarity where everything that's blindsided you finally sinks through skin and flesh and bone into the marrow, becomes so real you can feel it. He looks like he just woke up to realize they had become world-reknown popstars while he was sleeping.
Disarm by Jae
Lance had never fought the changes, he had just been slower than the others to realize they were necessary. Once he decided he needed a mask, he worked at it with the same dogged determination that he brought to everything he did. He knew his own strengths and limitations, knew he lacked JC's blinding talent, Joey's reflexive charm, Chris' lightning mind, Justin's captivating grace. What he possessed was a systematic intelligence, a brutal persistence, a relentless discipline.
Oh, Lance. *hugs him tight* The fact that he's in fact nothing as cold and jaded as this is a testament to the boys, and I thank them in so many ways for looking out for him when it would've been so easy to become that hardened in their line of work.