It takes two to tango...

The Words

2008-01-11T21:29:13Z

He’s told you he loves you so many times by now that you actually almost believe him. Well, those words at least let you believe he thinks he loves you.

But it’s not the words.

It’s the way he never forgets to set the alarm at night, even after an especially ‘rough’ bout of fucking.

The way he always remembers to order the turkey on rye with no mayonnaise.

The way he never asks how you’re feeling at night after a long bitch of a day at work; he just knows.

It’s the way he works so hard in school, not just because he wants to get ahead; he told you once when he was drunk he would prove to him he was worth the ‘investment’.

When you’ve got a hangover to rival all hangovers, it’s how he puts the aspirin and water next to the bed. And then blows you in the shower the next morning.

Sometimes…

Maybe someday-

Well, you may never tell him in so few words you love him. I love you.

But eventually…eventually, you’ll be as brave as he is.

Someday, you may become at least half as brave as he is, and finally tell him, just let him know, that you may not be able to say you love him, but…

You’ll be able to at least tell him you love that he’s with you.

I am the Lonely

2007-11-30T21:27:44Z

I was the only,
I was the friend.
I was the path.
I was the bend.

I was the lonley,
I was the heart.
I was the evil,
I was the start.

I was the other,
I was the one.
I was the sorrow,
I was the sun.

I was the square,
I was the straight.
I was the horror,
I was the break.

I was the run,
I was the race.
I was the elegance,
I was the grace.

I was the mother,
I was the child.
But now all the memories,
Are running wild.

Another Ineffable Conquest

2007-09-01T16:53:22Z

So, yeah. I haven't actually won it over, but I'm getting there.

Sometimes the cognition of freedom can be more binding then any chain.
And in those times, only your will can consternate you.

Too bad for the idiot across the tAble.

Same Shit; Different Day

2007-08-06T23:06:00Z

"Respect your elders..."

If that's case, then I will never ask for respect.

Damn the Queen...

2007-08-05T20:41:01Z

Oh, I have plenty of issues.

Wanna buy some?

The Face that Conquered

2007-08-02T03:45:00Z

Alright, time for a major post. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Okay, here're my four favorite sayings:

1. I don't suck, I blow.
2. I've just seen the face of a God and his name is Brian Kinney.
3. So I was swimming in the Jealou-sy but now I'm just drowing in De Nile.
4. The sweetest lemons are always forgotten.

Hahahaha. Yea, I had a lot of expresso today. EEEXXXXPPPPRREEEESSSSSSSSOO MY ASS!

Alright, now here is a picture of God, or should I say, Gale Harold. And let me tell you, he is the hottest fucker in the wirlyd.

God I love his hair!

Smile it's Brian Kinney

Ahhh, my two favorite fuck monkeys!

Shit, if that's not hot than what is? It's Tom Sturridge!

Shit that Rhymes...

2007-07-29T20:00:46Z

As an afterthought of a slightly traumatic event, I, Neela S, vow to never, ever punch another human being in the face or any other part of their existance.

Unless they're being an asshole.

Goddamn Stnrp

2007-07-28T01:01:06Z

The King and Queen decreed:

And let it be remembered for all ever, this harangue on insanity; in which free will and self intentions shall be spited and disavowed.

Yea, that's how I feel right now. Goddamn stnrp.

I love this song.

Reduced--No Fic

2007-07-27T06:15:08Z

No fics, I know I'm slacking, lol. I've kinda hit somewhat of a low so whatever, take some pity. Hmm, I don't have much to say. Good news, though. I now have 2 out 232 fics done. Onlyy 230 more to go. Jesus Bejesus.

Oh, very important lesson I learned the other day. I cannot lie for shit, although, I can't see why I'd ever want to (I'd rather lie for diamonds or something, lol). Yea, I guess I've been deluding myself. So either I stop lying all together, or I just get better at it.

Oh, and does anyone else what Steve and Rick or Rick and Steve (whatever XD) on Logo? I just got into and it's pretty funny, once you get over the whole lego people thing. Watch an episode if you haven't, it's pretty good.

I've decided no more carbs after 6pm or before 9am. Which leaves me in an extended period of appetency. And it sucks. Surprisingly enough though, my self control has lasted me almost 6 days. And I've officially started counting calories. Highest intake in the past six days: 420. Lowest: 120. I wonder how long I can last like this. XD

Prompt Tables

2007-07-23T14:45:01Z

Alright well, I know it seemed like a I kinda died there for a while, but I kinda lost my muse. But don't worry, it's back with a revenge. Oh, and you guys are gonna be so happy! I've signed up for like 5 different writing challenge communities, and all my subjects are the Brian/Justin pairing.

So you can look forward to 232 different BJ fics. Is that crazy or what?

Anyway, here are my prompt tables. As I finish a story, the theme I incorperated into it will be substituded with a link to the story. Enjoy!

Prompt Table B~~lover100

Table-B

001.	Romance.	002.	Beauty.	003.	Forgiveness.	004.	Regret.	005.	Discovery.
006.	First Meeting.	007.	Hardest Truth.	008.	Resolutions.	009.	Anything.	010.	Home.
011.	Intimacy.	012.	Self-Love.	013.	Kisses.	014.	Frustration.	015.	Pressure.
016.	Absurd.	017.	Forbidden.	018.	Honesty.	019.	Grace.	020.	Laughter.
021.	Confidence.	022.	Happiness.	023.	Sexy.	024.	Tears.	025.	Growth.
026.	Sensuality.	027.	Faith.	028.	Night.	029.	Day.	030.	Innocence.
031.	Music.	032.	Water.	033.	Love.	034.	Ambiguity.	035.	Act.
036.	Whew.	037.	Anger.	038.	Dirt.	039.	Trust.	040.	Heat.
041.	Summer Love.	042.	Patience.	043.	Opportunity.	044.	Death.	045.	Passion.
046.	Healing.	047.	Life.	048.	Joy.	049.	Freedom.	050.	Bliss.
051.	Dreams.	052.	Kinky.	053.	Haunted.	054.	Emergence.	055.	Transmogrify.
056.	Magnetic.	057.	Surreal.	058.	Passage.	059.	Lush.	060.	Could Of.
061.	Would Of.	062.	Should Of.	063.	Hunger.	064.	Need.	065.	Want.
066.	Take.	067.	Have.	068.	Mine.	069.	Yours.	070.	Lubricious.
071.	Lugubrious.	072.	Perspective.	073.	Capering.	074.	Empathy.	075.	Sympathy.
076.	Mirth.	077.	Almost.	078.	Always.	079.	Surprise.	080.	Warmth.
081.	Heartache.	082.	Ghosts.	083.	Break-Up.	084.	Make-Up.	085.	Diary.
086.	Voice.	087.	Biggest Fear.	088.	Warning.	089.	Everything.	090.	Nothing.
091.	Failure.	092.	Success.	093.	Glimpse.	094.	Sanctuary.	095.	Picture.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompt Table~~30_kisses

1. look over here
2. news; letter
3. jolt!
4. our distance and that person
5. "ano sa" ("hey, you know....")
6. the space between dream and reality
7. superstar
8. our own world
9. dash
10. #10
11. gardenia
12. in a good mood
13. excessive chain
14. radio-cassette player
15. perfect blue
16. invincible; unrivaled
17. kHz (kilohertz)
18. "say ahh...."*
19. red
20. the road home
21. violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
22. cradle
23. candy
24. good night
25. fence
26. if only I could make you mine
27. overflow
28. Wada Calcium CD3
29. the sound of waves
30. kiss

Goodbye My Lover

2007-06-28T04:22:18Z

Title: Goodbye My Lover
Rating: PG
Warnings: A bit of angst. Just so you know, this fic doesn't suck. It blows.
Timeline: Sometime in the future
Author's Notes: Unbeta-d. I know, I know, I need to give my beta some work here ;), but my head hurts, and I just wanna get this up. It's not too sad, not much angst, and It's not what you think.
Summary: Songfic to the song, Goodbye My Lover::James Blunt::.

Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?

They stood, facing each other on the roof of Brian’s building, rain pouring down hard on them, but they took no notice.

He couldn’t believe that this was it. There was no way Brian had decided this, right out of the blue. In a way, it helped, blaming Justin, but the truth of the matter was that Brian Kinney, for the first time in his life, was acknowledging the fact that he felt guilty. Because he knew it was all his fault this was happening.

‘Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.

He had expected this. They were fags, queers. Fuck it, they were gay. People like them didn’t do love. There was no love left in the world for any fag, let alone enough for them to share with others.

So why did it hurt so much? Why did he feel like the last 6 years they had lived together were for nothing? They had been so happy, so fucking happy. For once, Brian Kinney felt like he had conquered his demons.

He had Justin there beside him, and he had felt that nothing could force them apart.

Except Brian’s stubbornness.

So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.

So many years ago, so long ago, he had taken Justin. Stolen him from the world, even if he had been unable to admit it back then. People thought he was lucky to have Justin, people thought Justin was lucky to have him, but the fact is, they had each other, no luck involved, only growing passion.

But Brian knew it had to be this way. He couldn’t keep Justin tied to him. He had pushed him to New York, all those years before, but his desperation brought him back. He had pushed him away to others, when he had felt he couldn’t handle himself around Justin, but his passion brought them together.

And then, that fateful night, he bound them together, two small gold rings, which neither one had yet to take off.

It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.

They cared for each other, there was no question there. But Brian…he just couldn’t hold on to Justin. He couldn’t keep him at his hip, knowing the Brian had lived THE life while Justin was missing it.

He would never stop loving Justin Taylor, the kid who forced himself into his life. Even if hadn’t been true love back then, it had been real to Justin, and that had been enough. And as the years went by, Brian began to fall for Justin as well. And for six beautiful years, it had been enough.

But it wasn’t enough now.

You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.

“Brian, don’t do this,” Justin pleaded, raw pain evident in his eyes. “Please…”

Brian looked away, shame seeping into him through the holes the rain had created on his skin.

“I’m sorry.” He felt the tears slide down his cheeks, but the rain washed them away. Just as it would wash Justin away too.

“Sorry may not always be bullshit, but I know this time it is.”

“Don’t make this any harder, Justin. Just…leave. I’m not worth your life.” He was trying in vain to convince Justin to walk away, to just leave him. But it was hard, and getting harder by the minute.

And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.

He was dead; his heart, his mind.

He was deaf, but could still hear Justin’s tears.

He was blind; with love, with sorrow, the rain.

And he couldn’t do this, but he had to.

I've kissed your lips and held your head.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.

It had taken so long, but finally, Brian was able to share everything with Justin. Not just a few fucks, not just a few drinks or drugs.

He shared his thoughts, his emotions. He had felt sick to his stomach, but he had shared what little love had.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

“Goodbye, Justin.” He turned away, walking toward the door.

I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be

For the rest of his life, Brian knew he would never forget Justin, just as he knew Justin would never forgive Brian for what he was doing.

But it had to be done. He knew what he had to do, knew what he was doing. But most of all, he knew what he had done.

I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while…

I'd spend a lifetime with you.

He would have done it. He would have spent the rest of his time with Justin.

Through the pain, the joy. He would have done everything for him; taken away his tears, given him his smile. He would have traded his soul to the Devil for just a bit more time to spend with him.

But God did not decree it.

I know your fears and you know mine…

He was almost there, a few more steps, and he would never again see Justin. He hesitated, his fears acting as a spell to trap him, frozen for a moment in time to save his heart.

We've had our doubts but now we're fine,

“Wait!” He heard Justin’s footsteps as he ran to Brian, his feet sloshing in the puddles.

And I love you, I swear that's true.

He felt Justin’s hand grip his upper arm, and then suddenly, his back was pinned to the door, as Justin’s face loomed closely to his, so that Brian could hear his words over the pounding of the rain.

“If you leave me now, damnit, I swear Brian, I’m going to attack you in your sleep…”

I cannot live without you.

“I’m going to fucking rip you away from your bed…” He abruptly stopped and smashed his lips against Brian’s, the heat radiating between their close proximity. When they were both breathless, they broke apart.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard against your desk…” He stopped again, shoving his lips against Brian’s throat, then biting down hard on the sensitive flesh.

“You won’t be able to sit for a month…” He used his hands to rip the buttons off Brian’s shirt, not caring that the shirt cost him $250. He then grabbed Brian’s dark nipple in his mouth, nipping at it until the flesh around it turned red.

“And then I’m going to lock the door, tie you down, and not let you go until you admit how fucking stupid you are for thinking I no longer want you,” he finished.

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.

They were both soaking wet, Brian shivering, as Justin finally pulled away from him, but not letting go of his grip on Brian’s arm.

He pulled them away from the door, opened it, and roughly shoved Brian through, all but dragging him down the staircase, and finally, into the loft. After pushing Brian in, he turned around and locked the door, preparing to carry out his threat.

I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow

Afterwards, when they were both exhausted and lay sprawled on Brian’s bed, with Justin draped on Brian because he was unwilling to break contact, Brian finally spoke.

“I’m sorry I stole you from the world-” he began but was interrupted by Justin.

“Brian, please…don’t.” Justin pleaded quietly, sorrow lacing his voice.

“Let me finish.” Brian took a deep breath, and finally began again, and this time, the only thing in the air when he finished was, not love nor pain, but the promise of forever.

“I’m sorry I stole you from the world…But I’m never giving you back…”

And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.

No Fic

2007-06-28T04:07:54Z

It's called a fucking epiphany. Yes, epiphany. I was walking to Giant Supermarket the other day, and it was like God just fucking came down and said,"You, my little friend, are an idiot". And I said right back to him, "What the fuck?" And do you know what God said to me? He said, "I want you! to convert your writing journal into your personal journal, and perhaps occasionally, put in a graphics post." So, as of this moment, this is my new everything journal. So if the personal ramblings and dillusional thoughts of mine are going to annoy you, you won't be very happy here.

Oh, and just so we're all clear, I'm about as atheist as you can get. But don't worry, I don't normally associate God with my work. XD

I Am Justin Taylor

2007-06-26T00:45:01Z

Title: I Am Justin Taylor
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Timeline: No Timeline
Author's Notes: Unbeta-d, once again 'cause I'm so excited! I think this is my favorite fic I've written so far. Please comment, tell me what you think! :)
Summary: Another really short fic, Justin's POV. Same take as I Am Brian Kinney, except, well, I think we can all guess what the difference is. XD

I can’t even count the number of mistakes I’ve made in my life, because frankly, I don’t think the number system goes that high. People would probably think I’m crazy, because let’s face it, everyone makes mistakes. But I’ve made mistakes in so many different degrees of bad, I’m off the charts.

My first BIG mistake was when I went to Liberty Avenue by myself, looking, above all, to get laid.

Laid where some of the biggest, roughest, and dare I say it, scariest men reside. I mean, yea, this is a gay street, with gay men, but don’t ever let that mistake you into thinking gay people are weak. Cuz trust me, they’re not.

So there I was, walking down the street, breaking just about every fucking life lesson I had ever learned on Barney and Sesame Street.

Don’t go out after dark.

Hmm, I think 11:00 would be perfect.

Don’t talk to strangers.

Gee, that guy told me to go to Meathook. That sounds…promising.

Don’t accept rides from strangers.

How the fuck am I supposed to get laid, then?

See what I mean? One fucking mistake after another, and all these mistakes added up, to make one very big mistake. And this one very big mistake, was righted by luck. Sheer, dumb-fucking-luck.

And I think luck has a new name, too.

Brian Kinney.

Another really big mistake I made, I named Ethan Gold.

Everyday, for the rest of my life, I’m going to think, “What the fucking fuck in fuck’s name was I fucking thinking?!” A bit dramatic, maybe, but hell, I graduated Drama Queen College with flying colors, if you know what I mean.

Actually, that was such a…indescribable mistake, that I won’t even bother trying to. Describe it that is. Let’s just say, it was only luck that I saved my love life. Or should I say,

Brian Kinney.

And yet another big mistake I made, and I promise this is the last, for my poor heart can’t take much more recapping, was when I allowed myself to be pushed away to New York, to become some bigshot artist.

I know what you’re thinking. This kid is fucked up. He thinks trying to make it big in life is a mistake? Well let me tell you, buddy, that if you have to sacrifice your luck to make it big, which completely sounds like an oxymoron, than why bother? Wait. Maybe calling it sacrificing luck is the wrong term. More like sacrificing love.

Brian Kinney.

As you’ve probably noticed, all my mistakes, the ones I recounted, and the ones I did not, all have one thing in common.

Brian fucking Kinney.

There’s a good reason for this. You see, Brian Kinney is everything. Yea, I know, could I sound anymore of a love-struck teenager? But it’s true. Even as I was making every single one of those mistakes, everything around me was Brian Kinney.

He was on my mind no matter what I did, where I went, or who I spoke to.

He somehow managed to place a bit of himself in my blood. I’ll bet you anything, if you cut me up right now, I’d be bleeding Brian’s cum. Seriously.

He was in my paintings, my drawings, my art in general. Even the pieces where he wasn’t actually the subject, he was still there.

So, like I said, Brian Kinney is everything.

Well, now that I’ve successfully managed to establish who and what Brian Kinney is, let’s get down who and what Justin Taylor is.

For one thing, he is nothing without…Brian Kinney. For another, he is the best homosexual he can possibly be. He is an artist, who has been influenced by one subject more than any other artist probably ever has been. He is an idiot who allows himself to be pushed around in order to be closer to said subject, and at the same time manages to always fuck up his chances.

But above all, I am Justin Taylor. The one who messes up, and always ends up the winner anyway. The artist who finds beauty in simplicity, the passionate lover who find love in complexity, and the little twink who somehow managed to find his place in the world.

Right next to Brian Kinney.

I Am Brian Kinney

2007-06-24T06:04:07Z

Title: I Am Brian Kinney
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Timeline: No Timeline
Author's Notes: Unbeta-d, cause I was really excited about this one and my follow up, I Am Justin Taylor.
Summary: This is a short fic describing, in my opinion, Brian Kinney. This is in his pov.

Coming Soon: I Am Justin Taylor
I didn’t fall in love with him when he got bashed in the head by that asshole Hobbs. I know everyone likes to believe that. That that’s when I knew I loved him. But they’re wrong.

I didn’t realize how much I loved him and needed him when he left me for that disgusting fiddler. Yes, I was in emotional turmoil then, but not because I was pining over him, missing him to the pit of my soul. It was because all my life, I prided myself in being the best, striving for only that. And when I found that I had lost him to something that lived in a shithole, playing some piece of wood with strings…Well let’s just say, that was a blow to my pride.

I didn’t tell him I loved him after the bombing because I was afraid I could have almost lost him again without telling him how I felt. Because we both know how I feel, even if I won’t admit it.

It’s been 4 years since all that happened, and even now, I will still never forget the moment I fell in love with him, realized how much I loved him, and why I finally told him.

I knew I loved him when he finally stood up to me, when he pushed me down and told me to get into bed. It was when he told me I was going to have chicken soup that really did it. I mean, as crazy and fucked up as it sounds, it was then.

I knew I loved him then because no one would have ever been stupid or crazy enough to do say that to me. It was just, I don’t know, the way he didn’t give up, after all that time, all that effort I put into pushing him away…

When I was sitting in the car, getting away from Pittsburg, and I heard about a bomb going off in Babylon, I knew without even really thinking, that there was no way I could leave. I had to go back, I had to know Justin was safe. Because that was how much I loved him. Knowing I went back when I just as easily could have left…Well, there was no doubt in my mind how much I loved him then.

And when I got there, scared beyond belief that I wouldn’t find him, that he was…I felt the reality of my life hitting me like a train.

I realized I had worked my whole life, to get away from my parents, to make it through school, to just be someone, to be good enough for myself, I worked so hard to make myself the best. And in the end, I surrounded myself with the best; the best clothes, the best furniture, food, everything.

But what I wanted now, was the best person to share my life with. I realized how sick I was of trying so hard to pull myself away from others when what I really wanted was to just know I had the best person by me, the person who I could trust and depend on right there beside me, for good.

And I knew the best was Justin.

So when I finally saw him, covered in ash and who knows what else, looking exhausted and surprised to see me, I knew I had to tell him.

In a way, even when I said it, I knew how it must have sounded then. I knew he thought it was just because I was afraid I’d lose him again. But the plain and simple truth was, I was tired.

Tired of thinking of alternate ways to keep him around, to keep him with me, without making it obvious how much needed him there, and without having to say those words. And I realized how stupid I was being.

Walking towards him, I knew all it would take, were three little words, and I could finally have him, every part of him, without the worry of something or someone taking him away from me again.

So I said them. The words that had always seemed to be caught in my throat, preventing anything else good from escaping and anything nice from coming in. Those words were like a wedge, driven between what I want and what I could have.

“I love you…”

And when I finally said them, to the only one who truly deserved to hear them, surrounded by so much pain, so much death and destruction, I felt like I had done it.

I finally became the Brian Kinney I’ve always wanted to be.

The End

Oh, and if anyone has any good plot bunnies or even just QaF fic ideas, feel free to comment and leave them. I'm finding myself at a loss of creativity, although I want to write. I just don't have a clue what to write, lol. XD

Because He's Worth It Part 3/3

2007-06-23T18:45:59Z

Title: Because He's Worth It 3/3
Rating: R-NC/17
Warnings: Raw Sex-Do not read if you don't like that kinda thing
Timeline: 2 years post 513
Author's Notes: Once again, thanks to my beta lexa4227. *Sigh* I know many of you are probably glad this is the last part, but I have to admit,it is pretty sad. Lol, hope you guys like it. :) Sorry it's so short, but I think this the best place for me to end the fic without overdoing it.
Summary: Brian and Justin go to dinner with Jennifer and Tucker. All is going great until Brian's karma kicks in.

::Part 1::Part 2::

Justin

I swear to God, when we get home tonight, I’m going to fucking castrate Brian. I mean it.

I cannot believe he just up and left us, me, like that. It’s so awkward now, I feel the same way I did 7 years ago, when I first walked into Brian’s loft. Except right now, I don’t have a raging hard on, or the exciting prospect of getting laid by a really hot guy.

“Uh, well, I’ll see around Justin.” Thank God. Words cannot convey how happy I am to see Ethan and Jake’s backs walk away from us. To another table. Far, far away from ours.

“Mom, Tucker, will you excuse me? I think I have someone to kill right now.” I smile sweetly at them, and they both smile back, knowingly.

I get up and make my way to the bathroom. When I get there, I walk right in, with an evil, I’m here to murder you, sadistic smile on my face.

I see immediately that Brian’s standing there, leaning against one of the stall doors, with a very smug grin on his face.

“So how did it go, with dear old Ian?” He asks, still smiling.

“Hmm, not bad. I made some plans with him to meet up with him later. Don’t wait up for me, cause I expect to take my time fucking him late into the night at his apartment.” I tell him. I know, a bit harsh, but hey, he deserves it.

The grin is immediately replaced with a scowl.

“Then what the fuck are you still doing here?” I hear the bitterness in his voice, as he pushes away from the stall door, and walks towards the bathroom door.

He brushes past me, and has his hand on the door handle, when I crag his arm and pull him back. I shove his shoulders so that he’s looking at me.

“I can’t believe you just walked away.” I say.

“Why? You did it to me four years ago, if I recall correctly.” Jesus, he still knows exactly what to say to make me feel like a piece of shit.

“Brian…” I really don’t know what to say. I mean, what can I say? Nothing, really.

Instead, I reach up with both hands and pull his head down towards me. I stop when his lips are only a few inches away from mine.

“What do you want me to say? I’m sorry? Because I am. I fucked up? Cause I know I did. So what? When are we going to forget what happened and just move on?”

He closes his eyes for a minute, and when he opens them again, his beautiful, hazel eyes burn right through me.

“I’m trying.” That’s all. That’s all he says, and in all the years I’ve known him, I don’t think he’s ever said something like that to me.

Before either of us knows what’s happening, I smash my lips against his, my hands wrapping completely around his head, as I press myself against him.

His arms come around my waist as he walks me backwards into a stall. Thanks God the stalls are so big, because suddenly, he’s pressing my back hard against the stall door. Our tongues are still down each other’s throats, as he reaches down and undoes my pants. We both need this, so I don’t expect him to take off my jacket or shirt.

When my pants are at a pool at my feet, I reach down and do the same to his.

He pulls away from the kiss, breaking the contact, and the next thing I know, my face is being smashed against the stall door instead of my back.

Brian

Somehow, whenever we fight now, we almost always end up fucking. Which is why I’m learning to love fighting with Justin. Kidding.

I still can’t believe I queened out like I did. But I meant what I said. I am trying to forget and move on.

So when I finally find myself kissing him like there’s no tomorrow as I walk us into one of the bathroom stalls, I know I said the right thing, for once.

I eventually manage to get his pants down, and he’s done the same with mine. When I flip around and push him roughly up against the stall door, I know exactly how we’re going to do it this time.

I reach down into my pants, and get the small tube of lube I always keep there. What can I say, old habits die hard. Not that I’m old or anything.

I quickly pour some into my hand, coating my cock with it, than quickly lathering his tight hole with it. I dropped the lube, and now have no idea where it is. Oh well, some lucky guy is gonna get surprise.

I don’t tease him first, I push right into him, filling him to hilt. Both my hands are gripping his hips, and they’ll probably bruise him, but I know that’s what he wants.

My forehead is pressed against his back, as pump in him in long strides. He’s pushing back against me, his hands splayed against the cold metal as he tries to keep himself from collapsing.

I feel my spine tingle, I know I’m so close, but I want us to come together. I reach around and grip his cock in my hand, jacking him off in time with my thrusts, and I can feel him getting close as well. All the while, I’m whispering everything and nothing, all those words I should have said to him so long ago, and I know he feels the truth behind it all.

I graze his sweet spot at the same time that he clenches his muscles around me, and feel we’re both lost.
We stand there, him heaving against the metal door as he tries to calm his breathing and stay upright, and me panting against him as if I’d just run 50 miles.

“Fuck, Justin.” I tell him. He doesn’t say anything.

He turns around, facing me, with a small smile on his face, and I just can’t help but smile back.

I press my lips ever so gently against his, running my tongue against his lips before pulling away.

“Incredible.” I say, before pressing my forehead against his.

We really should get back to Jen and Tucker, but this moment is important, for both of us.

Because I know I’ll finally be able to let go of the resentment I’ve held all these years for him leaving me. I thought it was because he wanted, needed what I couldn’t give him back then, so he went to someone who would give it to him.

But I realize now it was because I made no effort to even try to give him those things.

Back then, I wasn’t trying hard enough to keep him with me, because even though I knew I wanted him with me, I didn’t know why. But I guess I do now, else I wouldn’t be trying so hard to keep him around.

It’s because he’s worth it.

The End

Because He's Worth It Part 2/3

2007-06-21T05:23:11Z

Title: Because He's Worth It 2/3
Rating: R-NC/17
Warnings: Raw Sex-Do not read if you don't like that kinda thing
Timeline: 2 years post 513
Author's Notes: Once again, thanks to my beta lexa4227. Last part will be posted Saturday.Okay, well if you thought the first part had a great cliffhanger, you're going to love this one. Just remember, if you hurt me now, you'll never get the last part. Life is good. XD *Sadistic Laugh*
Summary: Brian and Justin go to dinner with Jennifer and Tucker. All is going great until Brian's karma kicks in.

Part 1

Brian

I wonder how the state law would charge me if I rammed my spoon up his ass?

Jesus, I’ve gone through some pretty rough times in my life. But I can now admit that losing Justin to someone else was probably one of the worst.

“Justin?” I see from the corner of my eye Jen and Tucker look up, Justin turning around.

Hmm, this should be interesting.

I watch Justin’s face, curious to see how he’s feeling. Ah, his face is still like an open condom box. I see him go from surprise/shock, to something close to anger, to a look that tells me he’s wondering what he did to deserve this punishment, to having this ‘I’m going to smash your violin against you head’ kinda look.

And then he smiles.

It’s a tiny little smile, more like a twitch of his lips rather than a full blown Sunshine smile.

Why the fuck is he smiling? It’s times like these I wish I could read minds.

“What are doing here?” And I can just hear the pissed off emotion there. There’s my boy.

“I’m with…Jake, celebrating my new record deal.” As if on cue another guy comes up next to Ian. And I know immediately that my plan did not work.

Two years ago, when Justin first left for New York, I 'came across' an article in the newspaper, about Ethan Gold. Apparently he managed to get some kind of tour thing in Europe. At first I thought, Why the fuck would Cynthia put this on my desk? And then I kept reading, and found out he had decided to go to New York first.

To retrieve something he lost.

Now, I was probably being paranoid, but what the fuck? So I did what any reasonable, sensible, sexy ad exec would do.

I fired Jake Evans from Kinnetic, then hired him to find Ian in New York (before He found Justin), seduce him, fuck him, all that. And then, here’s the best part, I told him to do whatever he wanted to Ethan before ‘they’ had to leave for the European tour.

Because I know Jake. Ian would no doubt ask Jake to go with him, if Jake played his cards right.

What I don’t understand is what the fuck he’s doing here? I know I told him to dump the bastard.
So when Jake appears, next to Ian, glances at me before looking at everyone else, smiling as though he just managed to cum 10 times in an hour, I know what he’s thinking, cause I’m thinking it too.

Oh fuck.

Justin

It’s going great. The dinner I mean. So great, in fact, that I’ll have to rub it into Brian’s face, I mean ass, later.

Of course, it’s the fact that I even thought that, that makes God say, “No way!” Because 3 minutes later, literally, I look up from my fettucini to Brian’s face, which looks like someone just told him they have to saw off his dick.

He’s looking behind me, so I turn around, and see the one thing that could truly ruin this night. Okay, well there are quite a few things that could ruin this night, but I’d say this is the worst.

Ethan Gold.

“Justin?” He sounds shocked to see me. Trust me, buddy, not nearly as shocked as I am to see you.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him, although I think I already know. I mean, I wasn’t born yesterday, I know all about his new record deal. It’s been all over the news. “Pitsburg street musician gets record deal.” Pft, I did way better than that in New York.

““I’m with…Jake, celebrating my new record deal.” And of all the places, you choose here, tonight, and now to come?

That’s when another guy comes to stand next to him. Jake, that much is obvious. What isn’t as obvious is why he looks so familiar.

I see him look at Brian, although he looks away almost immediately, and then he has this huge smile on his face, like he’s trying hard not to laugh.

And then I know.

This is the Jake Brian fired two years ago, right before I left for New York. Although now I have an idea just why he was fired.

I’m just thinking Brian’s probably going to do something disastrous, such as try to kill Ethan with my fork or at the very least dump the last of my fetuccini down his shirt or something. Instead, he does something even more shocking than actually seeing Ethan here.

He fucking laughs!

Brian

I really can’t help it. I mean, I’m probably going crazy right now. That or it’s the wine.

Whatever it is, I just can’t stop the laugh that explodes from my mouth at that moment, because frankly, this is all pretty damn ironic.

Trying so hard to retain what little dignity I have left, I get up.

“Justin, I’m going to the men’s room,” emphasizing men’s room, “Give you a chance to catch up with Ian, reintroduce him to your mom and Tucker.”

I know, I know. Justin is seriously going to have my balls later, and then probably flush them down the toilet, not to mention chop off my dick, but I have a feeling things are going to get interesting.

I walk away, away from Jen and Tucker’s confused faces, Justin’s angry glare, Ethan’s impassive look, and Jake’s smug smile.

Oh yes, very interesting.

I make my way to the bathroom. When I walk in, I see there’s one other guy in there. He gives me That Look. The look that says, 'I want you to fuck me senseless against the sinks right now'. So you know what I say?

“Fuck off.” And he does. Quite quickly, actually.

I piss in the stall, because I didn’t lie, I really did need to go. When I’m done, I walk to the sinks. Great, automatic faucets.

I take my time, because quite frankly, I am not eager to get back to the sweet family reunion.

10 minutes later. I’m still in the bathroom.

Because He's Worth It Part 1/3

2007-06-19T23:47:51Z

Title: Because He's Worth It 1/3
Rating: R-NC/17
Warnings: Raw Sex-Do not read if you don't like that kinda thing
Timeline: 2 years post 513
Wordcount: 1,835
Author's Notes: Thanks to my amazing new beta, lexa4227. Second part will be posted Thursday.
Summary: Brian and Justin go to dinner with Jennifer and Tucker. All is going great until Brian's karma kicks in.

Brian

“Remind me again why I agreed to this? As in why I’m wasting a Friday night having dinner with dear old Mom instead of at Babylon, or better yet, fucking you senseless.” I stare at myself in the mirror as I finish knotting my silk tie. Hmm, good memories with this tie.

I turn around when I’m done, and stare at the piece of blonde ass who somehow managed to get me to agree to this night of festivities. He doesn’t notice I’m staring at him though, since he is currently crawling around the room on his hands and knees.

“Brian, come on. My mom hardly ever asks us for anything. She just wants to give us a chance to get know her and…Tucker a little better. Where the fuck is my other shoe?” He sounds pretty distressed, so I take pity on him.

“In the corner.” That’s when what he just said to me sinks in.

“What the fuck? That’s the dumbest reason you’ve given me.” I see that he finally manages to get his shoe on properly, then stands up, fixing his jacket.

Damn he looks good. He’s wearing the tailored suit I gave him a few weeks ago for an important client meeting that he had had to come to with me. It was a dark gray suit, the jacket snug around his shoulders and his pants hugging to his ass. With it, he wore a silk light blue shirt, that made his eyes even brighter than they should be.

He decided not to where a tie, saying it made him look too businessman-y. Pft, as if that’s a bad thing. But I have to admit, he does look incredibly fuckable at the moment.

I on the other hand, had chosen to go with my favorite black pinstripe Armani, with a silk red shirt and black tie. And of course, I look hot.

“Oh yea? How bout this: I promise to let you ‘fuck me senseless’ tonight if you’re good through dinner.” He walks toward me, an evil glint in his eyes. He comes to a stop right in front of me, then wraps his arms around me neck.

“In fact, I can think of a few other things you could do to me while your at it.” With that, he pulls my head down to his lips, while rubbing up against me.

He teases me at first with his lips, refusing my attempts at getting him to open his mouth and let my tongue roam free. So what do I do? I reach up with my hand that is not currently wrapped around his waist, pulling him as close as he can get, and use my thumb to draw his mouth open. The moment it does, my tongue slips in.

Our tongues battle each other for dominance. I catch his tongue with my teeth, biting down gently, so as not to cause any blood. I suck un it, the way I know makes him so hard, although that’s not really an issue right now if the hard object rubbing against my leg is any indication.

We break apart, our chests heaving from being deprived of oxygen for so long.

I rest my forehead against his for a moment. His eyes are closed, and I know the kiss affected him, because he always closes his eyes after we kiss when he tries to make the feel of our lips fused together linger for just a bit longer.

“I guess we should leave for the restaurant now, Sunshine.” I whisper quietly. God, how I wish I could continue this, or at least savor the moment for a bit longer before having to face the wrath-I mean loving nature of Jennifer Taylor.

Fuck.

Justin

We’re sitting in the brand new car Brian just bought a few months ago, on our way to Blue, Grillhouse and Winebar. It’s some ostentatious restaurant my mother insisted we all go to, to “connect” with each other.

I suppose I can understand where she’s coming from. I mean, it’s been about a month since I came back from New York, after spending a year and a half there, trying to establish myself as an artist there.

I still can’t believe I let Brian send me there.

It was awful. I guess living on and off with Brian before kinda rubbed off on me, cause it truly sucked in the shithole I had to call home for a year and half. Of course, I used the “I’ve had some bad experiences with roommates”, as an excuse to live by myself, instead with a roommate. Which is why the thing I lived in was more like cardboard box than an actual home.

I spent the first month eating nothing but 25 cent instant noodles every day, since that’s all I could afford, what with the expenses of rent, art supplies, canvases and whatever else shit I had to buy to survive. And believe me, I just barely survived that first month.

But hell, I will not think about the time I spent in New York.

Bottom line is, I finally managed to get a break, after some art dealer saw some of my work (ironically, it was a painting of Brian that he saw first), gave me a group show with some other upcoming artists, and I finally managed to get my name known, somewhat, in New York.

After a few more months of commissions, some portraits for bigshot corporate guys, and finally getting my first solo show, I came home.

Home. To Brian.

And let me tell you, I will never again let Brian send me off like that, cause it very nearly killed us both, being so far apart after we had finally managed to get some stability in our lives. And it literally almost killed me living so poorly at first.

Brian stops at a red light, and takes the time to cast a glance at me. I smile at him, and he smiles back, then looks back to the road. The light’s turned green.

We don’t say anything the whole ride there. But unlike in previous car rides we’ve shared together in the past, the silence isn’t awkward. It’s nice, like we’re both just enjoying the time together.

After some time, we find ourselves parked and moving towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Amazingly we’re only about 15 minutes late, since my mom told us the reservations she made were for 7:00 and it’s currently 7:15.

When we walk through the lavish doors, Brian does something that still surprises me, even though he’s been doing it more and more often lately.

He takes my hand and leads me to the maître d' standing there, looking smug, as though he owns the place.

“Reservations for Taylor.” Brian tells him.

“Ah, right this way…sirs.” He looks at us, as though we’re some piece of dirt that got dragged in. Of course, it takes every bit of WASP training I’ve undertaken not to say something. Brian, on the other hand, doesn’t let the look drop so easily.

“Is there a problem?” he asks the man.

Looking sheepish, he replies, “No, no sir.”

He takes us past a bunch of tables and the bar, to a secluded area of the restaurant, no doubt where the rich-reservers have their tables.

I see my mom and Tucker, sitting at a table and try to walk a little slower, but of course Brian won’t have any of that. He all but drags me to the table.

Hey, I can’t help it if I’m still a little uncomfortable around Tucker, can I? I mean, it’s not the whole age difference or anything, look at me and Brian. It’s just, I don’t, the fact that my mom’s dating, it’s just something that’ll take a bit of time to get used to.

“Justin, Brian, I’m so glad you guys came!” My mom says, standing up, hugging us both. I can see her hesitate before hugging Brian, but he doesn’t hesitate and wraps his arms warmly around her.

“Hey mom, Tucker.” I tell them.

“It’s good to see you Jen, as well as you, Tucker.” Brian says.

“Likewise.” Tucker replies, smiling.

“Justin, I’m really glad you agreed to come. I know it’s been only, what, a month? since you came back from New York. I just really wanted the four of us to sit down, and have a peaceful dinner. Especially after everything that’s happened in the past few years.” She looks sad, recalling all the drama and shit we’ve gone through in the past 6 years. I see Tucker place his hand on her’s on the table, offering what little comfort he can to her.

“I know what you mean mom.” Because I do. Brian and I, not to mention our friends, went through more drama than should be allowed. There were a lot of difficult times, which makes me feel kinda strange, to know that after all that, we finally made it to where we’ve, or at least I’ve, always wanted to be.

Brian

It’s been almost 40 minutes since we got to the restaurant, and frankly, everything’s going great. I mean, I’ve managed so far not to be too much of a shit, Justin’s being remarkably cool around Tucker and Jen, even though I know Tucker makes him a bit weary.

We’re all just about done eating, although I’ve been done for about 10 minutes now, and am just sipping at my wine. Justin, on the other hand, finished his food a while ago, and is now eating what I didn’t eat on my plate.

We’ve made some small talk, catching up on what Justin and I have been up to, what Jen and Tucker have been up to. Like I said before, everything’s going great.

But of course, I just had to jinx it. I mean, I’ve never been one to be superstitious, but I can’t help but feel like what happened next is due to my bad karma. I knew things were going to well.

How else would you explain the fact that Ian Gold ended up standing behind Justin only a few minutes later?

Part 2

I want it all

2007-06-19T02:04:03Z

New fic!
Title: I Want it All
Rating: R-NC/17
Warnings: Raw Sex-Do not read if you don't like that kinda thing
Timeline: 2 years post 513
Wordcount: 1,835
Author's Notes: Unbeta-ed, although I did a pretty decent job with mistakes. This is a fic I wrote as a response to picture I saw. I loved it. The pic is under the cut, but please keep in mind that my fic has nothing to do with the scene it depicts from the actual show. My disclaimer is at the right.
Summary: A sweet Brian and Justin fic in Brian's pov. Yes there's sex in it, hence the rating, but it's mostly just for my enjoyment. It's basically my take on what would happen to Brian and Justin 2 years after 513. Enjoy!

Brian’s POV

I can’t help it. I don’t know if it’s his smile, or his words, but something about what happened just now really affected me.

Not in a bad way. A good way, a way I can’t even describe. I don’t know if I should be afraid or not. In fact, why the fuck should I be? I’ve lived the last 10 years of my life based on not what others think of me, but by what makes me feel good.

And this feeling definitely makes me feel good.

“What is it?” he asks me. I can tell he’s worried he might have said the wrong thing, something to make me pull away, as I no doubt probably would, had it been a few years earlier, but instead, I’m just a bit angry that he expects that kind of reaction.

I mean, it’s been 2 years. 2 years since Justin left for New York after we decided to call off the wedding. Things had been difficult at first, after he came home. But after some time, we made our way together to stable ground. And now look where we are. Together, in our bed in Briton, sharing a night of…I can’t believe I’m thinking it…lovemaking.

On a Friday night.

When I could be getting my dick sucked in the backroom of Babylon.

But that’s a stupid thought, because I haven’t tricked or gotten my dick sucked by anyone but Justin in about 8 months.

Not since our last appointment.

And, fuck me, I like it this way.

I like coming home every day from Kinnetik, knowing he’s there, waiting for me.

That is, if he’s not in his studio, painting.

I realize belatedly that I spent too much time not answering Justin’s question, because suddenly, he’s sitting up, the sheet sliding down to his hip, as he reaches up, and touches my cheek gently. “Brian? What’s wrong?”

This time, I know the worry in his voice is because I didn’t answer him right away, and not because I’ll do something stupid, like try to push him away.

Yeah, right. Like I could handle that if I tried to push him away again. I have no idea how I’d fucking survive without him now.

Christ, I’ve turned into a complete dyke.

Instead of saying anything, I push him gently back down to the bed, then move over him. I rest above him on my elbows and knees, so I don’t crush him.

I smile at him, and he smiles back, before I bend over his face, the smile still on my face. Then, ever so gently, I brush my lips over his.

And of course, even that small action leaves me hungry for more.

I know he feels the same, because I feel his hands come from underneath the sheets to wrap around my head, pulling me back down to his lips.

He opens his mouth, allowing entrance to my tongue, but all I really want to do is savor the taste of his lips.

There is nothing in the world that tastes better than Justin Taylor’s lips.

I run my tongue along his bottom lip, then along his upper lip. Finally, I let my tongue slip into his mouth. At the same time, I slip my right hand down his right side, down to his hip, and finally, around into his thigh, where I squeeze and massage the inside of his right thigh.

His back arches, his chest rubbing against mine, as he lets out a deep moan. He draws up his knees around my waist, and rubs his cock against mine, causing a delicious friction between our bodies that leaves us both breathless. Or maybe that’s from our lips being fused for so long?

I move my mouth away from his, and he groans, missing the contact, than moves his head to the left, because he knows what I’m going to do next.

My lips move from his lips to his jaw, my tongue licking a trail up to his ear. I linger there for a moment, taking the lobe between my teeth, and tug gently, getting another deep moan from him. I then continue my way down his neck.

I suck there for a few minutes, alternating between little nips and soothing the skin again with my tongue. I make sure to leave a mark there. I know he’ll be mad at me later, but it’ll be worth it.

Just knowing I’ve marked him as all mine is enough to make me grow harder than I already am.

Finally, I move my mouth away, to his right shoulder. I don’t do anything there, just place small kisses. He’s still rubbing against me, his arms still wrapped around my back.

Suddenly, without warning, I bite down, hard, on his shoulder.

He all but shrieks, arching deeply against me.

“Brian!” He moans my name. God I love when he says my name like that.

I know what he wants. Normally I’d make him ask for it, but something about what he said earlier makes me feel that forcing him to ask for it would ruin the mood I’ve created.

So I comply.

I move my hand away from his thigh, and take a hold of my leaking cock.

He hands me the bottle of lube. I won’t even bother to try to figure out when he got a hold of it.

Pouring a generous amount of it into my hand, I lather my cock with it. Then, I position my cock at his entrance.

I tease him first, letting my dick slip in raw a few times, than quickly taking it back out. Finally, taking pity on him, I push swiftly all the way in. He arches once again off the bed, and moans my name again.

“God, Brian!” Those are the last two words I hear, before the blood rushes to my head, as I continue to push in and out of him.

I alternate between short thrusts, and long, deep thrusts.

We’re moving together in perfect sync, after perfecting the art of doing this together. It’s like we rehearsed this, and in a way, I guess we kinda have. But more than that, I know it’s that we just know each other’s body so well.

With that in mind, I press my lips back to his for another heated kiss. At the same time I slip my tongue down his throat, I make sure to hit his sweet spot. I feel rather than hear his moan.

I continue to go over his prostate a few times. I know he’s so close to coming, just as I am, because he’s clenching his muscles even tighter around me.

I pull my lips away, because I’m so close and I want to come together.

“Justin!” I manage to gasp out. He can’t say anything; no doubt he’s drowning in pleasure right now.

“God! Just you!” I grind out. “Just…you…!”

That does it. With one final thrust, I go as deep as I can into him, being sure to graze his prostate one last time. As his muscles clench my dick, my orgasm is ripped from me.

I know it’s my raw cum pouring into him, flooding him, that finally pushes him over the edge. His cum splashes between us, and I have a strange, brief feeling of pride for making him come without once touching his dick.

As the waves of pleasure begin to recede, I all but slump down on top of him, exhausted.

Finally, afraid that I’m crushing him, I pull out of him, some of my cum dribbling out of him as I do so, and roll off of him.

This is his least favorite part, when I pull out of him and move away. And even though I know he tried to hide it, I hear his sigh of disappointment anyway. I feel the same way right now, and so, so as not to lose the physical contact all together, I move closer to him and wrap my arm around him, pulling him closer to me.

He rolls over onto his side, so that he’s facing me, and smiles. Of course, since I’m never able to resist his sunshine smile, and probably never will be able to, I smile back.

“So I guess you’re not mad?” He asks me. I’m still smiling, I just can’t help it.

“That you told the waiter you’re my partner and to keep his, wait, let me see if I get this right, “filthy, pudgy little fingers” off my ass?” I think my smile just got a bit bigger, because I feel like my face has literally split in two.

He’s blushing a deep red, from the roots of his golden hair to his neck, as he says. “Uhm, yea. That”.

The whole thing is just too funny for me, so I can’t help the laugh that escapes me at that exact moment.

After I finally manage to calm down, I shake my head, saying, “Sunshine, how the fuck could I possibly be mad? In fact, I think it’s cute you still get jealous of other men and me.”

He snorts, “Cute? Please tell me you did not just use cute to describe me? Hot, maybe. Sexy even, but cute?”

I move my hand from around his waist to cup his cheek, serious now.

“Justin…” I don’t know what to say, but somehow, he understood, because he nods to me.

“Brian…Did you mean it? What you said?” I know exactly what he’s talking about, and I know he knows I know, so there’s no point whatsoever to try to deny I don’t.

“Yes, I did. It’s just you Justin. It has been for a long time.”

Even though I didn’t say it, I know we both understand I’m not just talking about the past 8 months, when we started fucking, lovemaking, whatever-the-fuck you wanna call it, raw, or even the past two years, when we decided to get back together officially.

Because two years ago, I knew what I wanted. Him. But before that, for those 5 years that we let so much drama and stupid shit, much of which I admit was caused be me, come between us, I realize now that even back then, I still just wanted it to be him. What I didn’t know, was what it was.

But I guess now I do. After finally moving forward with my life, finally admitting a few things to myself, I figured out the one thing that was always coming between us.

What I want.

What I want from him, from me, from us, Hell just what I wanted out of life. And even though it took me 7 years to figure that out, I finally did.

I wanted, want, and will always want Justin. As a friend, a lover, a partner. Fuck, I just want him. And not just his smile or his ass. I want all of him.

I want it all.

First Post!

2007-06-18T03:29:36Z

Welcome to my brand new writing Livejournal. Please keep in mind that I will post other things beside QaF fics here. With that in mind, I hope you enjoy my writing and my stories!

Also, if you're interested, please check out my other lj's, bite_me_cold my personal journal and colors_r_ampant my graphics journal.

And don't forget to friend me! Just make sure you comment me afterwards so that I can friend you back. :)