Day Twelve

Lance and his leather pants. The rhyming is just good fun, the imagery is hot. Somewhere along the way Lance seemed to have gotten over his lower body issues and took to wearing the material in a plethora of colors, as often as occasion would permit, I imagine. His own hotness permeated his brain and yeah, the King of Pop is performing right in front of them, but really, it's all about his swagger and the way he knows he's the sexiest thing happening on that stage is reflected in his eyes. JC seems to think so, anyhow. *g*

When I Sleep You Are Near To Me - Sandy Keene

Justin is looking at his hands. Kelley says, "So you don't feel you both share the parenting responsibilities equally?"

Lance says, "I wish. But he's, he's got four shelves of books on parenting and raising kids and it's like, this week we're doing this and next week we're not supposed to eat meat or something and it's not like he ever talks to me about any of it." It's fucking sad and after everything, they're reduced to these kind of inane clichés.

Justin says, "I do. I actually do, but you're, like, you act like," Justin closes his mouth for a moment. "I dunno."

"Look, it's not that I don't want to spend time with you and the girls. I love my kids and it would be nice, too, if. God, do you know you have four fucking shelves of books about kids and raising kids and you don't have a single one on like, me, or whatever, like, us?"

Justin says, "Well, fuck, I didn't think that was something I had to learn how to do."

Justin and Lance are married. They have two kids. To be completely honest, the only thing that didn't send me running about the premise was the author. It's no secret that Lambs is her OTP, but even she's calling it a "wallow." I would beg to differ on grounds of the word's negative connotation. I adore everything about this fic, the duality of Justin and Lance as well as their individual handling of their situation. All the things that you'd think would be wrong are, but the Sandys do Lambs so very, very right in spite of all that. I laughed, I cried, I recced the hell out of it and got a non-fandom friend and a non-popslash friend to read it despite the length and unusual subject matter who have since thanked me for my persistence. You should, too. (imnsho)

In other news, concert reviews for Justin continue to be overwhelmingly positive, and that is as it should be. The Dell repairman scared me very badly about corrupt operating systems and hard drive problems and has ordered me to back everything up, like, two years ago, when I first got my laptop. Thank goodness I had the foresight to drop those $30 for the extended warranty. Dinner with the father tonight, for real this time. Jilted at the altar wankfest of a fic to be discussed at a later date.