It may be a little premature...

But I think I'm willing to declare this one Image of the Event:



Hosts Seann William Scott and Justin Timberlake at the 2003 MTV Movie Awards
Shrine Auditorium, Los Angeles, CA. 05/31/2003

Caption as you will.

Good night, everybody.

Movie Meme

Gacked from mimesere, because I need the light of day and manuals to set up the scanner for the huge picture posts to come. That, and sleep apparently went from necessarily to optional.

Numbers in parentheses indicate my theater viewing contribution. The ones I've seen are bolded. If I were feeling really honest, I'd admit I'm doing this because the book and classic movie memes have left me feeling ragingly inadequate.

( Highest-Grossing Movies Of All Time )

All caught up! Now *that's* more than a feeling.

Miraculously, even having been MIA for about a week, it's only skip=360 on the friendslist and I am back on top. A recap of sorts:

Boys:

Lance is an absolutely darling boy.
-I could listen to him talk all day long. His boys! Old footage! Twenty-eight minutes of it all! Le sigh.

Joey's talking marriage.
-Well, he's been wearing the stinkin' ring for long enough. It should've come down a much longer time ago, but best of it all to him however it goes. And hee. "...some lame group called *NSYNC" indeed, Joe. Indeed.

JC enjoys traveling across the pond for Justin.
As well as watching Trading Spaces, reading poetry and painting his assistant's bedroom.
-Mmm-hm. And did everyone hear he's flying the La Puente drumline to Zootopia for the show? This boy is practically campaigning for sweetheart of the year.

Justin hosted an awards show last night!
-Lucky for him that wardrobe only screwed up Seann William Scott's wardrobe with one of the female dancers.

-Chris is somewhere in the sweltering haven of Las Vegas, Nevada. Good luck, kid.

You'd think between having record-setting albums and tours, they could afford to have their own clothes.
-You'd be wrong. Go see just how wrong.

Friends:

slimslash is my hero of the day.
-My good lord. Look at them! Eerie thing is, they were just that way in my head.

mimesere got to 'meet' Alexis Denisof and Billy Boyd last night!
-The latter of whom waved and grinned at her and made note of Dom's abscence when he got to the podium. Total dream night. So very, very happy for her.

-Belated birthday salute to trixiesfic. Did that package arrive or do tropical fruits smell too akin to other things to make it through initial deliverability inspections?

-Big congratulations to rhyssj for finishing the AU! Absolutely cannot wait for it.

Me:

-Changed the icons. The boys are celebrating JC's citing Duran Duran as a musical influence on his record. Oh, Miranda - the JC icon is too large to upload, which makes me teary. We'll talk later.
-I might have to reread Resonant's Transfiguration in the very near future. Hot diggity damn.
-Alan Cumming is such a happy gay boy, with his rhinestoned denim kilt and letting reporters feel up on the cockring he wore underneath.
-Apparently the Helen/Lex pairing was more casually known as Hex. Hee. Inherently doomed? In Smallville? You don't say.
-Ahem. A moment please. *does the Rhys Finished the AU dance*
-May or may not cave to the very real temptation to get in on JC Month as well, given the recent surge of affection on top of what was already love at first sight.

( Fandom Meme )

Alright, I'm getting sick of myself now. More later.

JC Month - Day One

This probably won't be a regular occurrence, but I make no promises.



JC is a very beautiful man. Not a word one throws around casually about anything, even less often about men, but he's absolutely stunning. I make no reserves about this. The luscious curly hair, the kind blue eyes, the pillowy lower lip, the dancer's lithely muscled body. But he's also this enchantingly endearing person, with the typical artist's disregard for practicality and an unconditional love for the subjectively beautiful, which in his case seems to mean all that glitters. He'd be the kind to compose you love songs while forgetting to stir the contents of the pot you asked him to keep an eye on. You can't help but love him.

Hm. And here I thought good JoLa was hard to find.

Red Hot Cool by Betty Plotnick

"When I'm done here, okay, C?"

He reaches around Lance's body -- just to mute the screen, not turn the computer off, because his life is still worth something to him, even in this state. He's giggling with almost no sound, just his breath ruffling Lance's barely-damp hair. It's a game. JC is stubborn. He loves his life, except for three hours after a concert, when he feels like he's wasting it, locked in place, killing time when he should be having it all.

JC lives and breathes for the music he makes, and I believe he does get up every morning and thank whoever he feels needs thanking for having provided him the chance to do so because he downplays his own talent so readily. The pacing in this story is amazing in the way it reflects JC's energy and mood, things he gets from rock & roll rather than the more conventional sex and drugs. Also, it's kinda very intensely hot. I like JC wanting things, I like that he's not afraid or self-doubting, and has enough matter-of-fact assurance to spare for his intended. Mmm.

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In other news, I am both Slut!JC and Slut!Joey. There are worse things in life.