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In all seriousness, competitive cheerleading is damn cool. I'm watching the 2002 Spirit Nationals on ESPN and damn, those girls are good. Their power and energy - it's just so cool to watch professionals do what they do all out. Props to all of them, truly.
Spent the bulk of my night sorting through concert pictures. Am now a regular expert in discerning PopOdyssey from Celebrity. JC's capris? Irridescent jacket patches, ropes, suits, mechanical bulls? No sweat baby, got it all covered. I could kiss every single person who took those pictures, too - even never having been to a show, I sure don't feel like I've missed out entirely.
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walkingshadow that there exists balanced, well-executed GSF. Yes, yes I will. And speaking of her, more iconage! In the spirit of our new club, she's taken to iconage, and in two days flat has mastered the art of the animated .gif! She rocketh muchly and hardcore.
( I'm a pervy interspecies sex fancier )
She's also responsible for very nearly literally melting my brain yesterday afternoon. It's a picture of Orli and Billy hugging at some Empire magazine event. It's black and white and they're standing cheek-to-cheek, smiling the happiest smiles you've ever seen, just basking in the spotlight and each other and I still can't look at it for more than a few consecutive seconds at a time because man, serious chills down my spine and my toes start curling and it's like I OD'd on nothing at all but there I am, an incoherent puddle on the floor.
Of LotRips, and this I've discussed with a few people in the past few days, but it is utterly bewildering to me that you've got all these happy little hobbitses running around, sweet boys who love to drink and party and drape themselves all over each other for fun, and you must write about them in torturous relationships and gratuitous angstfests?liz_w mentioned this, but what is it about Orlando Bloom that makes people write him as desperate and suicidal over his lover (usually Viggo)? Does he not give the impression that he could get whoever wherever he wants, up to and including the man himself to anyone else? Y'all need to see more pictures of them is all I'm saying. Nothing but wholesome, happy love! Honestly now.
Not that it wasn't anticipated, but the Russians have officially suspended their own space missions for several reasons yesterday. *squeezes Lance* I swear this boy is the biggest woobie ever. There is heartbreakingly earnest and beautiful JoLa fic brewing in my head to this, quite possibly one of the best songs ever written:
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
-The Luckiest by Ben Folds
Wonder if there's any way to petition the Museum of Discovery and Science to hold a special engagement showing of the PopOdyssey IMAX movie. Look into that, self.
Justin's favorite track off Justified was my first love too! Don't get me wrong, I, too, danced to Like I Love You and sniffled through Never Again, love the whole album in all objective sincerity, but Nothin' Else is downright hypnotic.
Justin and Christina's people need to get on it. There are people out there with nothing better to do than pay exorbiant admission prices and drive ludicrous distances to several venues, and they want their concert tickets!
*basks in musical selection* I swear everything sounds better when that boy sings it. The new album should be sufficiently ballad-y and you know, actually highlight his voice instead of overproducing it.
Spent the bulk of my night sorting through concert pictures. Am now a regular expert in discerning PopOdyssey from Celebrity. JC's capris? Irridescent jacket patches, ropes, suits, mechanical bulls? No sweat baby, got it all covered. I could kiss every single person who took those pictures, too - even never having been to a show, I sure don't feel like I've missed out entirely.
Will prove to
walkingshadow that there exists balanced, well-executed GSF. Yes, yes I will. And speaking of her, more iconage! In the spirit of our new club, she's taken to iconage, and in two days flat has mastered the art of the animated .gif! She rocketh muchly and hardcore.( I'm a pervy interspecies sex fancier ) She's also responsible for very nearly literally melting my brain yesterday afternoon. It's a picture of Orli and Billy hugging at some Empire magazine event. It's black and white and they're standing cheek-to-cheek, smiling the happiest smiles you've ever seen, just basking in the spotlight and each other and I still can't look at it for more than a few consecutive seconds at a time because man, serious chills down my spine and my toes start curling and it's like I OD'd on nothing at all but there I am, an incoherent puddle on the floor.
Of LotRips, and this I've discussed with a few people in the past few days, but it is utterly bewildering to me that you've got all these happy little hobbitses running around, sweet boys who love to drink and party and drape themselves all over each other for fun, and you must write about them in torturous relationships and gratuitous angstfests?
liz_w mentioned this, but what is it about Orlando Bloom that makes people write him as desperate and suicidal over his lover (usually Viggo)? Does he not give the impression that he could get whoever wherever he wants, up to and including the man himself to anyone else? Y'all need to see more pictures of them is all I'm saying. Nothing but wholesome, happy love! Honestly now.Not that it wasn't anticipated, but the Russians have officially suspended their own space missions for several reasons yesterday. *squeezes Lance* I swear this boy is the biggest woobie ever. There is heartbreakingly earnest and beautiful JoLa fic brewing in my head to this, quite possibly one of the best songs ever written:
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
-The Luckiest by Ben Folds
Wonder if there's any way to petition the Museum of Discovery and Science to hold a special engagement showing of the PopOdyssey IMAX movie. Look into that, self.
Justin's favorite track off Justified was my first love too! Don't get me wrong, I, too, danced to Like I Love You and sniffled through Never Again, love the whole album in all objective sincerity, but Nothin' Else is downright hypnotic.
Justin and Christina's people need to get on it. There are people out there with nothing better to do than pay exorbiant admission prices and drive ludicrous distances to several venues, and they want their concert tickets!
*basks in musical selection* I swear everything sounds better when that boy sings it. The new album should be sufficiently ballad-y and you know, actually highlight his voice instead of overproducing it.
