JC! Live!

From some ghetto field in south Los Angeles! Auditioning five enthusiastic marching bands for Wango Tango!

And *I* am getting to experience it all the way over here a continent away in South Florida, via the marvel of technology that is the cellular telephone!

From what I gathered, he's wearing a handsome sweater despite the early California summer weather, with a bandana hanging out of his back pocket, grooving down to the bands and being completely adorable while saying 'dude' a lot!

And Eeeee! He just requested The Police's Roxanne to be played on the radio!

This phone bill is gonna make three great-ancestral generations of my family cry, and I.don't.care.

Bestest friends ever.

Day Ten - for my next trick, something whimsical

From the 2002 Sundance Film festival. How this image manages to embody the epitome of Lance's dorkitude yet remain somehow oddly hot is a trick only a precious few can pull off. He does it with style and aplomb, as the Offspring would have us have it. Lance is a man who makes his own decisions, lives in a rather cavalier style of his own as of late, and to hell with everyone else because they're probably not having nearly as much fun as he is.

Today's recommendation is admittedly someone else's from earlier in the week, but it's one I somehow managed to miss in my initial ravaging of the authors' archive and upon reading, pretty much consumed me for the rest of the afternoon.

Isle of View by Sandy Keene

"Justin, I don't know about you, but here's the thing. God not only loves us, he's apparently a gay yenta with a twisted sense of humor. We were obviously meant to be together."

Now, I've never had any sort of run-in with doppelganger fic so I can't call that either way, but body switching? Hot fucking damn. Lance talking about Justin just lying back because he knows what feels good and appreciating his own sexiness? Rawr. What I really love though is the appreciation those who know the boys will get from their interactions with Lancefied!Justin and Justinized!Lance. No one knows, and really how would their figure, but things get noticed and it's interesting to see how even a group of guys who live in each others' back pockets manage to lead some sort of own separate existences as well.