Day Thirty

One of my absolute favorite pictures of him. Playful, sexy kitten that he is. Who wouldn't wanna play?

Love in the Trenches by Joie

JC was kneeling on the cold cement floor of the training room, quickly placing pieces of his radio into the hollowed-out books. He slammed the last book shut and shoved it into the knapsack. He rose to his feet, slung the bag over his shoulder, and looked at Justin expectantly.

"You were 17 seconds slower that time," Justin said, checking his stopwatch. "You need to get this under 90 seconds or else you might as well just hand yourself over to the Nazis."

"Merde," JC swore, putting down the knapsack.

"And stop speaking French," Justin said in rapid German. "You must get used to speaking in German. Your accent is still giving you away."

JC nodded. "Yes, okay," he replied in German. He kneeled down on the floor again, next to his knapsack. "Begin the timer again," he said, his soft accent seeping into the harsh, German words.

Justin sighed. "Begin," he said, starting the timer. As the seconds ticked by, he watched as JC deftly pieced together his radio, JC's eyes set in grim determination, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

JC the rookie Frenchman and Justin the young German revolutionary, radio operators reporting from behind enemy lines during the second World War and can I just take this moment to boggle at how amazingly this fic pulls it all off? Because, wow.

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JC is the prettiest boy in all the whole wide world to have gone and yet to come, and by far the most adorably expressive. I love the leaked songs, have been humming Some Girls Dance With Women under my breath all day as a matter of fact. I love him in Vegas with his pink dress shirt, performing in that singularly passionate way. I love his easy, happy smile, his moppy hair and obscenely long torso, his honesty, his fashion sense, his work ethic. I could go on and give another thousand reasons, but suffice it to say that I not only adore but admire JC for all he is. It's been a pleasure to celebrate it this month.

I'm sometimes firm of belief.

Today, it's that there is no bad mood in this world that can't be dissipated by a good, cross-town ride in a convertible. That's it's a sunny, cloudless day and even the Stirling Road lights granted their cooperation didn't hinder the afternoon at all either.

The only Barnes & Noble in town to still have Hillary's book in stock happened to be the only bookstore in town to also carry a random issue of last month's Total Film UK, which means Twins and Agent Smith on the cover hotness for me! The article itself is a pretty expansive, thorough spread on the movies and characters, with a neat sort of A-Z concept.

Forgot Douglas. More pleasant driving back across town. I'm getting really, really good at Bif Naked's Lucky.

In the course of my travels, the mail came - the Atlantis Live Feed tape making its way between the sdbswag crew showed up on my dresser today! powrhug and mskrtnanny included a notebook with the tape, and dude, the kids in this fandom are so cute! Laughed myself silly over the tallies - apparently, when Justin wasn't busy loving himself, he and Lance were making eyes. Can't wait.

However, I had places to go and people to schmooze with. Back to Miranda's in Hollywood for the evening.

We squeed over the leaked clips of JC's songs, which she loves, too, so that was lots of fun. More footage shared, including a just now found songvid to Kiss, as done by Tom Jones and Art of Noise it should be duly noted, of Backstreet as well as *NSYNC, so Miranda got a crash tutorial on them, too. The vids in this fandom rock a whole lot - their dancing just lends itself so well to recontextualization, though the bar was set the day I came across It's Raining Men. She also got to hear the fandom urban legend about the girl Photoshopped out of Justin's bed from Tearin' Up My Heart. I'd love to know the truth behind that one.

She sent me home with a bit of required reading: Julad and Calico's Lustre. My life is such a chore.

On a random note, definitely on a JC/Tony kick. That picture of them coming out of a hotel together from the Celebrity tour? About killed me dead.

Christmas in July is in full swing at the homefront. Which is just good fun.