Day Twenty-Nine
May. 29th, 2003 11:27 pm
The concentration on his face as he walks and signs at the same time. The way he's almost almost biting his lower lip, his admitted bad habit. The line of scruff along his jaw that I love so much. This picture is unglamorous and he looks like he barely had time to wake up much less grab a shower before having to run to whatever is next on the agenda. It's charmingly (instead of creepily) candid. I like that between shows and industry events, they're just as real and normal as anyone else, wearing mundane things like jeans and T-shirts and rolling out of bed rumpled. Except they probably have to sign a few autographs before making it back from their front yard with the newspaper.
The Wedding Song by Sandy Keene
"God, what's with you?" Justin looks over at Lance, and he's flushed, right, from the blowjob and the booze. And pissed. Justin doesn't want to deal with this, fuck, doesn't he have enough shit in his life. Now Lance gets all pissy. A song. Fuck. Justin shakes his head and moves as fast as he can, straddling Lance. "A song. You know what song you are to me?"
Lance doesn't push him off, so Justin's happy again. And he loves the way Lance's thighs tremble a little under him. Lance says, "I don't know, Justin, 'Oops I did it again'?"
There's a kind of dichotomy to Lance that becomes compromised when he does his Hollywood thing and drinks and parties and schmoozes with the best of them, and all that plausibly rendering him almost terminally incapable of honest emotion for a long minute. In a business where loyalty only extends to traded favors and love is more safely bought than accepting what's offered, it's understandable. And it's not like Justin himself couldn't use a lesson or two in sincerity sometimes. But it's the Sandys! So in the end, it's love.
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Date: May 31st, 2003 10:05 am (UTC)And can I just say that you not only post awesome pics of Lance, but your icons are just really gorgeous? I was just looking at your userpics (confirming that you are the person on my friends list who likes those twins) and damn, woman. Your icons are great. Looooooooooove.
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Date: May 31st, 2003 10:10 pm (UTC)His hands in your icon! I have so much love for Lance in all his gooberlicious glory. He will survive! Bwah!
I am in fact one of two who are downright morbidly fascinated by the twins, yes. There'll be fic posted soon - matter of fact, I might not *have* any real life friends by the time all the scenario discussions are finished. They're an incredibly complex and intriguing idea. That and, on a more shallow note, I find them impossibly hot. There'll be more extensive analysis-type posts later, too, so you'll know to duck. *g*
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Date: June 1st, 2003 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: June 1st, 2003 01:25 am (UTC)next weekend, baby!
Oh man. Yeah, then come crawl back after you've recomposed yourself from the puddle they'll reduce you to and tell me all about it.
"...the hippest villains this side of Agent Smith."
-USA Today
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Date: June 1st, 2003 02:50 am (UTC)It certainly made me look twice. ;-)
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Date: June 1st, 2003 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: June 1st, 2003 03:28 am (UTC)Oh man. That picture is just... guh. They have black belts in, like, seven (well, okay, maybe two or three, I can't recall) martial arts and have trained in several others. They host a show in England! Really, you are a goddess for scanning this. So handsome! *gazes* Adrian just looks like he'd be the good-natured albeit no-nonsense ass-kicker while Neil would be more the patient, focused one. Hee. I could stare at it all day and read into it way more than would be healthy. Definitely going to check the issue out tomorrow.
Thank you! *mwah*
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Date: June 1st, 2003 03:53 am (UTC)Dead. I am gone gone gone!
And just, I love the way you can tell them apart, not just in their features but also that they have slightly different vibes about them.
I might love you a lot. In general, of course, but right just now, it overfloweth.