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hackthis_archive) wrote2003-06-05 02:25 pm
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X2 Love
1. I’m going to have my LJ design redone. I think. But I don’t even know what to ask for: SV? X2? Jude snogging Jonny Lee? Will this negate the inevitable resurgence of HP around June 21st? I don’t even know what to christen said version: Not for Everyone? No Happy Endings? Simple Things? To be Evil? Addicted? Bollocks.
2. GIP. Praise be my newest Slodicon! *loves![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slodwick* Scratch my tummy.
3. Inspired by and Dedicated to:phineasjones and wax_jism.
Movieverse: X2
Aesthetics
St. John isn’t hot. Not in the Details/Maxim/ GQ sense.
Of course he’s got those flammable mutant powers, but that’s not what Bobby’s been thinking about. He’s been doing some comparing - Jubilee buys a lot of magazines - and Johnny isn’t really that attractive in comparison to The American Ideal. Not that anybody is, but Johnny, he’s not gorgeous or mind-numbingly beautiful. He’s just Johnny.
He’s got nice eyes, they’re not crossed or anything, and he’s got nice skin, no horrid teen acne there, but St. John’s nothing special in the looks department. He’s not too tall or too muscular. He doesn’t have cheekbones like that guy on the WB. Johnny certainly wouldn’t do well on a reality show, like ‘Are You Hot?’
He’s just not that impressive to look at.
But when Bobby walks in on Johnny shaving in his pajama bottoms, he has to reconsider. Maybe there’s more to Johnny than Bobby’s giving him credit for.
*
Johnny doesn’t sleep well. He tosses and turns a lot, and it’s only when Bobby slips into bed beside him that the sheets stop rustling. It’s been this way for years, and there’s absolutely no reason for Bobby to think of it as anything more than it is: one friend comforting another.
However.
Bobby doesn’t comfort Johnny every night, and it’s not every night that the light from the moon is strong enough to illuminate the entire room. It’s certainly not every night that Bobby is close enough to notice how long St. John’s eyelashes are or how innocent he appears when his face isn’t wrapped in a smirk or a grin. There are little worry lines marching across St. John’s forehead, and a little scar on his jaw that Bobby has never noticed before.
St. John sleeps with his lips slightly parted, and Bobby got over how warm Johnny’s breath felt on his chest a long time ago. It was the only way the kill his infuriatingly persistent erection, which never seemed to want to wait until the morning.
Johnny’s appeal has nothing to do with his mouth.
Everybody notices Johnny’s mouth.
*
Johnny’s lighter signals his approach, his departure, his location. Bobby used to have a safety blanket like that, but his mother said no one would want a boy who had buckteeth because he’d sucked his thumb after his tenth birthday.
Click Fwoosh. Click Fwoosh. Click. Slam.
The slam is generally someone else getting fed up and leaving whatever room St. John happens to be occupying, but Bobby doesn’t mind. He’s grown accustomed to the lighter’s presence, or to what it represents.
Sometimes he finds himself watching Johnny play with his lighter: the thick fingers rubbing the slick surface, sliding it along a lined palm, slipping it into fitted jean pockets only to extract it seconds later.
St. John’s hands are never still, and Bobby’s not really sure how much of that has to do with his lighter. If it’s not the Zippo then it’s pencils and balled up paper and rubber bands. Johnny likes to fidget with his clothing, too, and he worries his bottom lip with his teeth.
Johnny seems to have tons of excess energy. Sometimes when Bobby’s really close he thinks he can see Johnny vibrating. He never stops moving.
Except when he’s sleeping. When he’s with Bobby.
*
Bobby is completely besotted with St. John, and it’s not about the lighter or the mouth.
Or it’s not just about those things. It’s about more. A lot more.
Bobby attraction is about the look Johnny gives him before walking away, or the way he can convince Bobby to skip classes before he’s even gotten out of bed in the morning. St. John’s appeal is in his voice and his actions and every tilt of his head.
He isn’t the smartest one in their class or even the most mysterious. He’s not the funniest, even though he’d like to think he is, and the more Bobby looks it’s quite clear to him that St. John will never attract the girls and boys the way Piotr and Marie do.
But Johnny has attitude and self-confidence. He’s got the smirks and the cockiness and the sarcastic mouth, which are all a facade for the things he’s trying to hide.
Johnny’s not perfect.
And that’s his appeal -- he isn’t like the bronzed men and cover girls. He’s real.
To Bobby, it doesn’t get much better than that.
-finis-
Notes: Thanks to the lovelylux__aeterna and the terribly smart niqaeli for beta duty, and again thanks to phineasjones for wax_jism for having this conversation in the first place.
2. GIP. Praise be my newest Slodicon! *loves
slodwick* Scratch my tummy.3. Inspired by and Dedicated to:
phineasjones and wax_jism.Movieverse: X2
Aesthetics
St. John isn’t hot. Not in the Details/Maxim/ GQ sense.
Of course he’s got those flammable mutant powers, but that’s not what Bobby’s been thinking about. He’s been doing some comparing - Jubilee buys a lot of magazines - and Johnny isn’t really that attractive in comparison to The American Ideal. Not that anybody is, but Johnny, he’s not gorgeous or mind-numbingly beautiful. He’s just Johnny.
He’s got nice eyes, they’re not crossed or anything, and he’s got nice skin, no horrid teen acne there, but St. John’s nothing special in the looks department. He’s not too tall or too muscular. He doesn’t have cheekbones like that guy on the WB. Johnny certainly wouldn’t do well on a reality show, like ‘Are You Hot?’
He’s just not that impressive to look at.
But when Bobby walks in on Johnny shaving in his pajama bottoms, he has to reconsider. Maybe there’s more to Johnny than Bobby’s giving him credit for.
*
Johnny doesn’t sleep well. He tosses and turns a lot, and it’s only when Bobby slips into bed beside him that the sheets stop rustling. It’s been this way for years, and there’s absolutely no reason for Bobby to think of it as anything more than it is: one friend comforting another.
However.
Bobby doesn’t comfort Johnny every night, and it’s not every night that the light from the moon is strong enough to illuminate the entire room. It’s certainly not every night that Bobby is close enough to notice how long St. John’s eyelashes are or how innocent he appears when his face isn’t wrapped in a smirk or a grin. There are little worry lines marching across St. John’s forehead, and a little scar on his jaw that Bobby has never noticed before.
St. John sleeps with his lips slightly parted, and Bobby got over how warm Johnny’s breath felt on his chest a long time ago. It was the only way the kill his infuriatingly persistent erection, which never seemed to want to wait until the morning.
Johnny’s appeal has nothing to do with his mouth.
Everybody notices Johnny’s mouth.
*
Johnny’s lighter signals his approach, his departure, his location. Bobby used to have a safety blanket like that, but his mother said no one would want a boy who had buckteeth because he’d sucked his thumb after his tenth birthday.
Click Fwoosh. Click Fwoosh. Click. Slam.
The slam is generally someone else getting fed up and leaving whatever room St. John happens to be occupying, but Bobby doesn’t mind. He’s grown accustomed to the lighter’s presence, or to what it represents.
Sometimes he finds himself watching Johnny play with his lighter: the thick fingers rubbing the slick surface, sliding it along a lined palm, slipping it into fitted jean pockets only to extract it seconds later.
St. John’s hands are never still, and Bobby’s not really sure how much of that has to do with his lighter. If it’s not the Zippo then it’s pencils and balled up paper and rubber bands. Johnny likes to fidget with his clothing, too, and he worries his bottom lip with his teeth.
Johnny seems to have tons of excess energy. Sometimes when Bobby’s really close he thinks he can see Johnny vibrating. He never stops moving.
Except when he’s sleeping. When he’s with Bobby.
*
Bobby is completely besotted with St. John, and it’s not about the lighter or the mouth.
Or it’s not just about those things. It’s about more. A lot more.
Bobby attraction is about the look Johnny gives him before walking away, or the way he can convince Bobby to skip classes before he’s even gotten out of bed in the morning. St. John’s appeal is in his voice and his actions and every tilt of his head.
He isn’t the smartest one in their class or even the most mysterious. He’s not the funniest, even though he’d like to think he is, and the more Bobby looks it’s quite clear to him that St. John will never attract the girls and boys the way Piotr and Marie do.
But Johnny has attitude and self-confidence. He’s got the smirks and the cockiness and the sarcastic mouth, which are all a facade for the things he’s trying to hide.
Johnny’s not perfect.
And that’s his appeal -- he isn’t like the bronzed men and cover girls. He’s real.
To Bobby, it doesn’t get much better than that.
-finis-
Notes: Thanks to the lovely
lux__aeterna and the terribly smart niqaeli for beta duty, and again thanks to phineasjones for wax_jism for having this conversation in the first place.
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Yes, the mouth, I had to address the mouth because I mean dude. He's not spectacular to look at but he's got that thing happening that makes people want to take off their clothes and beg. Just saying.
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Jude snogging Jonny Lee?
Wait. There's a picture of this somewhere and I don't know about it?
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Jude snogging Jonny Lee?
Wait. There's a picture of this somewhere and I don't know about it?
YES! This photo exists, and it's the real thing! I have used it on many unsuspecting souls to get them to do what I want. scroll to the bottom of this page and you'll see (http://www.silververse.net/seeingthelight.htm)
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*Sigh*
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Don't forget to get behind my ears too!
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*scritches behind your ears*
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I should do a Lj design. Of course knowing how would be good.
Um...anything pretty would look nice hon.
Did I mention fic yummy?
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I should do a Lj design. Of course knowing how would be good.
Um...anything pretty would look nice hon.
Did I mention fic yummy?
{{{hugs}}}
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Also, this:
Sometimes he finds himself watching Johnny play with his lighter: the thick fingers rubbing the slick surface, sliding it along a lined palm, slipping it into fitted jean pockets only to extract it seconds later
is incredibly hot and if I develop a Zippo fetish I will blame you.
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I'm thinking this is really not a bad idea, you know.
Sometimes he finds himself watching Johnny play with his lighter: the thick fingers rubbing the slick surface, sliding it along a lined palm, slipping it into fitted jean pockets only to extract it seconds later
is incredibly hot and if I develop a Zippo fetish I will blame you.
I get endorsements from certain companies, you know: kleenex, astroglide, ferrari. Zippo is my latest sponsor. Obviously the marketing is working. Go team me!
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Well, you could, but my dark lord,
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*gasps!* You lie!
Johnny’s not perfect.
And that’s his appeal -- he isn’t like the bronzed men and cover girls. He’s real.
Oh. All right then. My world is right again. *grins* Lovely piece of lovelyness as always. :)
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*gasps!* You lie!
LMFAO.
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I'm thrilled that you enjoyed this. Thank you!
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*pales considerably* I'm terribly sorry I co-opted your conversation, but
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I'm terribly envious of you, though. You can just produce these delicious little gems, like, once a day or something. Fic envy, mate. Once upon a time, I used to do improvs and all sorts of things but then I just... stopped. I miss the sheer pleasure of that.
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I'm terribly envious of you, though. You can just produce these delicious little gems, like, once a day or something. Fic envy, mate. Once upon a time, I used to do improvs and all sorts of things but then I just... stopped. I miss the sheer pleasure of that.
I'm quite in awe of your ability to write longer pieces, so I think I can relate to what you're saying in the fic envy stakes. For what it's worth I'm terribly pleased that you enjoyed this.
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I'm glad!
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You're very welcome, because this was lovely. I <3 Bobby and St. John here. Such pretty boys, and with brains too!
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LOL.
You're very welcome, because this was lovely. I <3 Bobby and St. John here. Such pretty boys, and with brains too!
Again, thank you so much for doing that beta job for me, I appreciate it muchly! *hugs*
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At least you're cheaper than cigarrettes. ;)
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At least you're cheaper than cigarrettes. ;)
LOL. That's just what you think. Your icon makes me absurdly giddy and I have no idea why, it's just so cute and aimless. It is part of a brain-washing program?
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Adopt your own blob! Help me take over, and I'll let you rule Canada!
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This is just about my new favroite fic. SO sweet, and SO true.
the first time I saw X2 i was like "oh wow. That Pyro guy is amazingness...*five minutes later*....But he's really not that good looking...*three minutes later*....God I think I'm in love..."
You get the idea. And it's just ridiculously well-written, and sweet, and totally gets to the heart of my darling St Johnny, just as I like him presented-the snark is a facade for a very wounded boy.
But Johnny has attitude and self-confidence. He’s got the smirks and the cockiness and the sarcastic mouth, which are all a facade for the things he’s trying to hide.
Johnny’s not perfect.
And that’s his appeal -- he isn’t like the bronzed men and cover girls. He’s real.
To Bobby, it doesn’t get much better than that.
GAH....I'm reading this fic again. :D
<333
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the first time I saw X2 i was like "oh wow. That Pyro guy is amazingness...*five minutes later*....But he's really not that good looking...*three minutes later*....God I think I'm in love..."
You get the idea. And it's just ridiculously well-written, and sweet, and totally gets to the heart of my darling St Johnny, just as I like him presented-the snark is a facade for a very wounded boy.
Wow, what lovely and detailed feedback. Thank you so much for writing this, I've been having a seriously crap day and this just made it lots better.
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*hug!*
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These boys. Your icon. Right now I'm torn between which one is cuter.
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*hearts*
So happy to have you playing in this sandbox.
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*hearts*
So happy to have you playing in this sandbox.
He's just so besotted, bless him. {{{hugs}}}
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Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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It’s certainly not every night that Bobby is close enough to notice how long St. John’s eyelashes are or how innocent he appears when his face isn’t wrapped in a smirk or a grin. There are little worry lines marching across St. John’s forehead, and a little scar on his jaw that Bobby has never noticed before.
St. John sleeps with his lips slightly parted, and Bobby got over how warm Johnny’s breath felt on his chest a long time ago.
Damn it, lady.
PS Love your new icon. *g*
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It's the exact same way that you work as a double agent for Lionel and Lex. I know you do it because I read your file reports. I mean 'Sins of the Father?' You were so there. SV so need to hire you.
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SV can't hire me. It'll quickly become Luthor hour if they did. lol Plus I'd much rather they hired you. Especially if they decide to include more Warrior Angel. *g*
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Everybody notices Johnny’s mouth.
can't really argue with that. this is lovely. and i thought you were kidding. ha. will take you seriously from now on. ;)
also... the descriptions of johnny asleep were just heartbreaking. mmmph.
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also... the descriptions of johnny asleep were just heartbreaking. mmmph.
Your icon is going to make me wet myself.
Of course I wasn't kidding, I never kid about rabid plot bunnies, there aren't nearly enough in the world. *winks*
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