Justin Month, Day Sixteen

[aruan]

The colors, the pose - all new-generation Sinatra. Boy's a class act in every way. Contrary to recent allegations here. ;)

One True Soul Desire by stubbleglitter

Justin scratches his thumbnail against the label until it peels away. His life seems stupid, sometimes. Meandering and pointless and unconnected, no plot, no outline. Just flash. If he were a movie, he’d walk out on himself.

Uhm, I really liked this story. Poignant and beautiful and so Justin come to mind, but as I can sometimes be ragingly inadequate, nothing much else coherent. So, with apologies to Maggie, y'all should go read.