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ethrosdemon a SW RPS story, which I thought I would just polish and repost, but upon second glance the story just seemed so meh that I decided I had to start all over again. For the Dark Lord of all things Orange and V V gay I pledge my troth. Or some such crap. Birthday present # 2 for you.
Hayden Christensen/Ewan McGregor/Jude Law*
*(plus mentions of other stuff, and did I mention the Jude Law? )
The Church of What's Happening Now
Hayden tells himself from the start that filming is going to be different this time around. He reminds himself that he doesn't have any say in the matter. Ewan would never ever get involved with him, not in a million years. There's the straight thing, and the wife thing, and the children thing, and my god, there are a million reasons why Hayden has to get himself out of this frame of mind.
He thinks it would help if he liked someone else besides Ewan McGregor.
*
The first day of shooting for Revenge of the Sith, Hayden has a five a.m. set call. His brain is still on Toronto time and his body is in Los Angeles, but his hormones are all keyed up and ready to go when he's still trying to pry his eyes open. The hours are awful, and before this is all over the fittings will kill him. He'll probably go insane, but he's been waiting for this.
There's no point in lying -- he's missed doing this.
He's thought about Natalie, and he can't wait to talk to Sam, but with Ewan it's always been something... something else. Hayden should be dead to the world with jet lag and fatigue and all that other crap, but in a way, this is a homecoming, and he can't keep himself from being excited.
He's going to see Lisa in production and Jeannie in Make-up. There's Stan and Phil and Mike and Monica and Gary and so many people that he'd met and then lost touch with after the last film wrapped. And there's Ewan. There's always Ewan hovering somewhere in the back of his mind. Actually, not in the back as much as in the front and the side and the middle, and Hayden's practically vibrating with excitement and tension, and when he bounds through the door of the make-up trailer all he can think about is this one other person.
He can't help but he disappointed when all three chairs are empty of a certain lanky Scotsman with the most foul-mouth Hayden's ever come across.
He hugs Jeannie hello though, and takes the coffee she offers him without a second thought. He's firmly ensconced in the make-up chair, eyes closed when the door to the trailer slams open, and instinctively he cracks open one eye.
"My God," Ewan mocks, grizzly beard covering most of his features, "aren't you pretty enough already without all that muck on your face?"
Hayden can't control the grin that stretches across his features. "Well, someone has to make up for you."
*
During Attack of the Clones, Hayden had thought what he'd felt for Ewan was a brotherhood thing. They were in this Star Wars mess together, just the two of them carrying the biggest franchise ever. Hayden had put down the strange warm sensations in his chest to the bonding and the drinking and the newness and being slightly star struck.
Every time Ewan clapped him on the arm, or ruffled his hair, or made a face, Hayden would laugh and duck away or do whatever was required to take the attention away from the colour in his cheeks or the way he was just an inch or two too close. It was bonding, but somehow Hayden's mind didn't get the message. Somehow it got confused, and it was only after shooting was finished that Hayden realised what had happened to his way of thinking. It was okay though, because he was young -– too young –- and he would get over it.
Everyone got over their first really big crush eventually; they had to.
*
Some days Hayden feels like they've been shooting these films forever. He knows that that isn't the case; he knows he's done things before Attack of the Clones and he'll do films after Revenge of the Sith, but sometimes it's like Star Wars is all there is to his life. It's strange and scary. He wonders if the people in Lord of the Rings felt this way when they were filming too.
He wonders what happened to them. He knows that the elf is making movies, because you can't take a piss without seeing Orlando Bloom's name all over everything, and he knows Elijah's done stuff, because they've run into each other at parties and premieres and stuff. Hayden doesn't know what happened to the king though. He made a movie and then he just vanished. It's kind of sad in a way, and Hayden doesn't want that. He doesn't want to be Darth Vader for the rest of his life. He wants to be like Ewan and have a Trainspotting and a Shallow Grave. Ewan even did a film with Cameron Diaz, and god, everyone Hayden has ever met has seen Trainspotting.
He can't really say the same about Shattered Glass.
*
They're filming a scene on the steps of the Jedi Temple the day that Jude Law arrives in Australia to visit Ewan. It's hot on the sound stage with the lights and the blue screen, and Hayden's costume itches. Between takes he scratches his neck and his armpits and watches Ewan out the corner of his eye as he laughs into his mobile phone and curses good naturedly in his pudding-thick Scottish accent.
Hayden loves listening to Ewan talk with that accent, the prim Sir Alec English accent doesn't do it for him at all, but he doesn't talk about that, because Ewan has a wife, Eve, and two daughters, who he calls every day, and Hayden's just a co-star.
He's just The Kid, or Hayden or 'Hey, Darth Vader!'
He's just someone who Ewan's working with, and yeah, they get along. Yes, sometimes they hang out in each other's trailers, and that's fun, but it's just work.
Hayden tells himself this all the time.
There's no point in getting attached, except that this is way past attachment. If Hayden is noticing auburn glints in Ewan's hair then this is way past a schoolboy crush.
*
Sometimes the cast and crew hang out after filming. Sometimes they go down to the local and have drinks, even though Ewan doesn’t drink and Natalie doesn't drink that much and Hayden likes to drink the same pint for about three hours. He's not there for the drinks, he's just there for the company, and he doesn't expect Ewan to come down while Jude's in town. He doesn't know what they do when they're together, but he knows they're close. He remembers Jude coming to visit when they shot Attack of the Clones, and Hayden was having a thought, but it's kind of hard for him to think with Ewan standing in the doorway, with his arm around Jude Law's neck.
Hayden doesn't remember Jude Law being this pretty. He doesn't remember ever seeing Ewan smile like that at anyone else. He doesn’t even realise he's staring until Natalie elbows him in the ribs and hisses for him to shut his mouth.
He certainly doesn't expect Jude to remember him, and he's seriously taken off guard when Jude squeezes in next to him at the bar and says, "I've heard a lot about you."
*
Hayden can cry on demand. George thinks it's spectacular. Natalie thinks it's girlie. Ewan fills his trailer with boxes of Kleenex, and Hayden has no idea what he's going to do with 192 boxes of tissue until Jude shows him how to make the biggest spit ball ever.
*
Hayden likes Jude. He likes hanging out with Jude, because then, he gets to hang out with Ewan too. The only time things feel a bit odd is when Ewan and Jude start talking about their kids, because Hayden can't imagine having kids right now. He'd like to have some someday, sure, but that's a long way off. A part of him thinks it's a horrible idea, because how will he get to spend all his time on the sets or with his friends if he's got kids, but when he looks at Jude and Ewan, they don't seem that bothered.
In a way it's almost like having kids makes them closer, and if Hayden notices the way they seem to spend just a little too much time in each other's space, he doesn't comment on it, because who is he to judge? He has no cause to be jealous. Jealousy only leads to bad things –- isn't that what George is tying to say in his heavy-handed script?
Still, it takes Hayden a little off-guard the day that he finds Ewan and Jude bickering like his parents, because what on earth could they have to fight about?
*
The day that Jude leaves to go back to London is also the day that Hayden receives his first proper kiss from another man. It's so unexpected that Hayden's arms flop by his sides like fish long after Jude pulls away with a smirk and flicks Hayden's nose with the tip of his finger. Jude had coffee and cigarettes for breakfast, and Hayden can hardly breathe for the shock. He's practically hyperventilating when Ewan comes back in the living room with his car keys to drive Jude to the airport.
Ewan looks from him to Jude and back against with an inquisitive gaze, and while Hayden tries to find his tongue, Jude just shrugs lazily. "Canadians," he says with a laugh. "They're almost as bad as Americans with goodbyes."
Ewan and Jude laugh as though they're sharing a secret that Hayden will never be in on, and Hayden can only scowl as Ewan tosses Jude the keys, and Jude goes out to the car.
"You're not pouting are you?" Ewan asks, crossing the room and ruffling Hayden's hair.
At least this is something that Hayden's done before, and he dodges away perfunctorily. "I don't pout," he says snappishly.
"Oh, but you do pout," Ewan counters, and Hayden is just forming a retort when Ewan leans in and kisses him quickly on the mouth.
Ewan's beard is itchy, and the kiss is too quick. Hayden wants another go, but Ewan steps away before Hayden can make his move. "If I had a mouth like yours, I'd pout all the time as well," Ewan says.
All this kissing is too much for Hayden's brain, and he says rather stupidly. "Why are you kissing me if you're not leaving?"
Ewan's shrug is an exact mirror of Jude's, and Hayden wonders, not for the first time, exactly how well they know each other. "People do a lot of things for a lot of reasons," Ewan says. "Maybe I just felt like snogging you -– do you have a problem with that?"
"Is this how they do things where you come from?" Hayden protests.
Ewan's laugh is this gorgeous thing that makes Hayden's skin flush. "We do a lot of things where I come from," he says, rubbing his beard ruefully. "But mostly we think that if the other person consents then no one can go to gaol."
The noise Hayden makes is somewhere between a snort and a laugh. "I'll keep that in mind for later," he says, following Ewan to the door and stepping outside.
"You do that," Ewan says locking the door behind them and walking down the steps to the car where Jude is waiting. He pauses mid-stride and turns back to where Hayden is standing and watching. "Do me a favour -- don't think about it for too long."
-end-
Title provided by the song by Sia.
This concludes theethrosdemon story bonanza.
ethrosdemon a SW RPS story, which I thought I would just polish and repost, but upon second glance the story just seemed so meh that I decided I had to start all over again. For the Dark Lord of all things Orange and V V gay I pledge my troth. Or some such crap. Birthday present # 2 for you.Hayden Christensen/Ewan McGregor/Jude Law*
*(plus mentions of other stuff, and did I mention the Jude Law? )
Hayden tells himself from the start that filming is going to be different this time around. He reminds himself that he doesn't have any say in the matter. Ewan would never ever get involved with him, not in a million years. There's the straight thing, and the wife thing, and the children thing, and my god, there are a million reasons why Hayden has to get himself out of this frame of mind.
He thinks it would help if he liked someone else besides Ewan McGregor.
The first day of shooting for Revenge of the Sith, Hayden has a five a.m. set call. His brain is still on Toronto time and his body is in Los Angeles, but his hormones are all keyed up and ready to go when he's still trying to pry his eyes open. The hours are awful, and before this is all over the fittings will kill him. He'll probably go insane, but he's been waiting for this.
There's no point in lying -- he's missed doing this.
He's thought about Natalie, and he can't wait to talk to Sam, but with Ewan it's always been something... something else. Hayden should be dead to the world with jet lag and fatigue and all that other crap, but in a way, this is a homecoming, and he can't keep himself from being excited.
He's going to see Lisa in production and Jeannie in Make-up. There's Stan and Phil and Mike and Monica and Gary and so many people that he'd met and then lost touch with after the last film wrapped. And there's Ewan. There's always Ewan hovering somewhere in the back of his mind. Actually, not in the back as much as in the front and the side and the middle, and Hayden's practically vibrating with excitement and tension, and when he bounds through the door of the make-up trailer all he can think about is this one other person.
He can't help but he disappointed when all three chairs are empty of a certain lanky Scotsman with the most foul-mouth Hayden's ever come across.
He hugs Jeannie hello though, and takes the coffee she offers him without a second thought. He's firmly ensconced in the make-up chair, eyes closed when the door to the trailer slams open, and instinctively he cracks open one eye.
"My God," Ewan mocks, grizzly beard covering most of his features, "aren't you pretty enough already without all that muck on your face?"
Hayden can't control the grin that stretches across his features. "Well, someone has to make up for you."
During Attack of the Clones, Hayden had thought what he'd felt for Ewan was a brotherhood thing. They were in this Star Wars mess together, just the two of them carrying the biggest franchise ever. Hayden had put down the strange warm sensations in his chest to the bonding and the drinking and the newness and being slightly star struck.
Every time Ewan clapped him on the arm, or ruffled his hair, or made a face, Hayden would laugh and duck away or do whatever was required to take the attention away from the colour in his cheeks or the way he was just an inch or two too close. It was bonding, but somehow Hayden's mind didn't get the message. Somehow it got confused, and it was only after shooting was finished that Hayden realised what had happened to his way of thinking. It was okay though, because he was young -– too young –- and he would get over it.
Everyone got over their first really big crush eventually; they had to.
Some days Hayden feels like they've been shooting these films forever. He knows that that isn't the case; he knows he's done things before Attack of the Clones and he'll do films after Revenge of the Sith, but sometimes it's like Star Wars is all there is to his life. It's strange and scary. He wonders if the people in Lord of the Rings felt this way when they were filming too.
He wonders what happened to them. He knows that the elf is making movies, because you can't take a piss without seeing Orlando Bloom's name all over everything, and he knows Elijah's done stuff, because they've run into each other at parties and premieres and stuff. Hayden doesn't know what happened to the king though. He made a movie and then he just vanished. It's kind of sad in a way, and Hayden doesn't want that. He doesn't want to be Darth Vader for the rest of his life. He wants to be like Ewan and have a Trainspotting and a Shallow Grave. Ewan even did a film with Cameron Diaz, and god, everyone Hayden has ever met has seen Trainspotting.
He can't really say the same about Shattered Glass.
They're filming a scene on the steps of the Jedi Temple the day that Jude Law arrives in Australia to visit Ewan. It's hot on the sound stage with the lights and the blue screen, and Hayden's costume itches. Between takes he scratches his neck and his armpits and watches Ewan out the corner of his eye as he laughs into his mobile phone and curses good naturedly in his pudding-thick Scottish accent.
Hayden loves listening to Ewan talk with that accent, the prim Sir Alec English accent doesn't do it for him at all, but he doesn't talk about that, because Ewan has a wife, Eve, and two daughters, who he calls every day, and Hayden's just a co-star.
He's just The Kid, or Hayden or 'Hey, Darth Vader!'
He's just someone who Ewan's working with, and yeah, they get along. Yes, sometimes they hang out in each other's trailers, and that's fun, but it's just work.
Hayden tells himself this all the time.
There's no point in getting attached, except that this is way past attachment. If Hayden is noticing auburn glints in Ewan's hair then this is way past a schoolboy crush.
Sometimes the cast and crew hang out after filming. Sometimes they go down to the local and have drinks, even though Ewan doesn’t drink and Natalie doesn't drink that much and Hayden likes to drink the same pint for about three hours. He's not there for the drinks, he's just there for the company, and he doesn't expect Ewan to come down while Jude's in town. He doesn't know what they do when they're together, but he knows they're close. He remembers Jude coming to visit when they shot Attack of the Clones, and Hayden was having a thought, but it's kind of hard for him to think with Ewan standing in the doorway, with his arm around Jude Law's neck.
Hayden doesn't remember Jude Law being this pretty. He doesn't remember ever seeing Ewan smile like that at anyone else. He doesn’t even realise he's staring until Natalie elbows him in the ribs and hisses for him to shut his mouth.
He certainly doesn't expect Jude to remember him, and he's seriously taken off guard when Jude squeezes in next to him at the bar and says, "I've heard a lot about you."
Hayden can cry on demand. George thinks it's spectacular. Natalie thinks it's girlie. Ewan fills his trailer with boxes of Kleenex, and Hayden has no idea what he's going to do with 192 boxes of tissue until Jude shows him how to make the biggest spit ball ever.
Hayden likes Jude. He likes hanging out with Jude, because then, he gets to hang out with Ewan too. The only time things feel a bit odd is when Ewan and Jude start talking about their kids, because Hayden can't imagine having kids right now. He'd like to have some someday, sure, but that's a long way off. A part of him thinks it's a horrible idea, because how will he get to spend all his time on the sets or with his friends if he's got kids, but when he looks at Jude and Ewan, they don't seem that bothered.
In a way it's almost like having kids makes them closer, and if Hayden notices the way they seem to spend just a little too much time in each other's space, he doesn't comment on it, because who is he to judge? He has no cause to be jealous. Jealousy only leads to bad things –- isn't that what George is tying to say in his heavy-handed script?
Still, it takes Hayden a little off-guard the day that he finds Ewan and Jude bickering like his parents, because what on earth could they have to fight about?
The day that Jude leaves to go back to London is also the day that Hayden receives his first proper kiss from another man. It's so unexpected that Hayden's arms flop by his sides like fish long after Jude pulls away with a smirk and flicks Hayden's nose with the tip of his finger. Jude had coffee and cigarettes for breakfast, and Hayden can hardly breathe for the shock. He's practically hyperventilating when Ewan comes back in the living room with his car keys to drive Jude to the airport.
Ewan looks from him to Jude and back against with an inquisitive gaze, and while Hayden tries to find his tongue, Jude just shrugs lazily. "Canadians," he says with a laugh. "They're almost as bad as Americans with goodbyes."
Ewan and Jude laugh as though they're sharing a secret that Hayden will never be in on, and Hayden can only scowl as Ewan tosses Jude the keys, and Jude goes out to the car.
"You're not pouting are you?" Ewan asks, crossing the room and ruffling Hayden's hair.
At least this is something that Hayden's done before, and he dodges away perfunctorily. "I don't pout," he says snappishly.
"Oh, but you do pout," Ewan counters, and Hayden is just forming a retort when Ewan leans in and kisses him quickly on the mouth.
Ewan's beard is itchy, and the kiss is too quick. Hayden wants another go, but Ewan steps away before Hayden can make his move. "If I had a mouth like yours, I'd pout all the time as well," Ewan says.
All this kissing is too much for Hayden's brain, and he says rather stupidly. "Why are you kissing me if you're not leaving?"
Ewan's shrug is an exact mirror of Jude's, and Hayden wonders, not for the first time, exactly how well they know each other. "People do a lot of things for a lot of reasons," Ewan says. "Maybe I just felt like snogging you -– do you have a problem with that?"
"Is this how they do things where you come from?" Hayden protests.
Ewan's laugh is this gorgeous thing that makes Hayden's skin flush. "We do a lot of things where I come from," he says, rubbing his beard ruefully. "But mostly we think that if the other person consents then no one can go to gaol."
The noise Hayden makes is somewhere between a snort and a laugh. "I'll keep that in mind for later," he says, following Ewan to the door and stepping outside.
"You do that," Ewan says locking the door behind them and walking down the steps to the car where Jude is waiting. He pauses mid-stride and turns back to where Hayden is standing and watching. "Do me a favour -- don't think about it for too long."
-end-
Title provided by the song by Sia.
This concludes the
ethrosdemon story bonanza.
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Date: 2005-05-24 12:11 am (UTC)*snerk*
All hail the Dark Lord and all her minions.
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Date: 2005-05-24 12:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-24 12:31 am (UTC)Hayden can cry on demand. George thinks it's spectacular. Natalie thinks it's girlie.
I laughed out loud at this bit. And then sighed with the longing of it all.
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Date: 2005-05-26 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-24 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 06:47 pm (UTC)A little something for everyone, I think.
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Date: 2005-05-24 12:58 am (UTC)Yeah, bitch, there is no resisting the Ewan!
"My God," Ewan mocks, grizzly beard covering most of his features, "aren't you pretty enough already without all that muck on your face?"
Hayden can't control the grin that stretches across his features. "Well, someone has to make up for you."
Um, hello, why are you trying to be all "oh, it's so hard, I can't do it! I won't do it! Just one time, crack isn't addictive, right? I missed you. Ok, moving on.
They were in this Star Wars mess together, just the two of them carrying the biggest franchise ever. Hayden had put down the strange warm sensations in his chest to the bonding and the drinking and the newness and being slightly star struck.
Every time Ewan clapped him on the arm, or ruffled his hair, or made a face, Hayden would laugh and duck away or do whatever was required to take the attention away from the colour in his cheeks or the way he was just an inch or two too close.
Maybe I should mail you, because I am about to lose my shit totally.
AND then you drop the actual meta LOTR bomb!
And that movie with Cameron Diaz is "A Life Less Ordinary", which you know, and it's her only GOOD one. For obvious reasons. I am going to explode with fangirl spasms of gooberness.
I think Ewan might put on the Scots. Hey, the plummy Alec accent is brill, you slag. I kill.
He doesn’t even realise he's staring until Natalie elbows him in the ribs and hisses for him to shut his mouth.
He certainly doesn't expect Jude to remember him, and he's seriously taken off guard when Jude squeezes in next to him at the bar and says, "I've heard a lot about you.
You aren't going to stop until I go total melt down and let out a performance worthy of a 12 yr old at a Wham concert, right?
Still, it takes Hayden a little off-guard the day that he finds Ewan and Jude bickering like his parents, because what on earth could they have to fight about?
I don't know, Sadie being fifteen kinds of fucking bonkers? Boy, can Jude pick 'em.
All you need now is to get Damon Albarn into the action. Consider that inspiration...or the dare it really is.
"Oh, but you do pout," Ewan counters
Please please please, if I get you back somehow?
Just remember the bike ride of doom, and you have my number.
You are minion number one, and the first one I rescue when the Falcon crash lands again.
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Date: 2005-05-24 02:51 am (UTC)*snort*
Word.
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Date: 2005-05-24 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 01:08 am (UTC)Damn.
I love you.
Both of you, instigator and executor. Are those words? I'm not sure, I am filled with love for you.
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Date: 2005-05-24 03:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-24 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 02:39 am (UTC)He really does.
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From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 01:22 am (UTC)(And man, EwanandJude! For this alone, I would have loved you forever. The crying, the LotR and the movie references got you each 1000 more points and EwanandJudeandHayden got you a bazillion bonus points. or something. so, you probably own my life, at this point.)
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Date: 2005-05-26 06:50 pm (UTC)I'll keep all that in mind.
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Date: 2005-05-24 01:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 06:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 02:02 am (UTC)*goes back to read it again*
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Date: 2005-05-24 11:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-24 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 02:14 am (UTC)Lovely, lovely stuff. Dayum. Well done. I was beginning to worry I'd never find the goods. You delivered in spades.
Thanks for that. :}
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Date: 2005-05-26 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 02:27 am (UTC)::offers services::
i met hayden once at one of my brother's gigs. he really is gayer than a tangerine.
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Date: 2005-05-24 04:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-05-24 02:38 am (UTC)Hehe. No resisting Ewan. Muahaha.
"My God," Ewan mocks, grizzly beard covering most of his features, "aren't you pretty enough already without all that muck on your face?"
Hayden can't control the grin that stretches across his features. "Well, someone has to make up for you."
*glee*
it's kind of hard for him to think with Ewan standing in the doorway, with his arm around Jude Law's neck.
As it would be for me. Guh.
Hayden doesn't remember Jude Law being this pretty.
Where has the dear boy been?
Hayden has no idea what he's going to do with 192 boxes of tissue until Jude shows him how to make the biggest spit ball ever.
Gaaaahhhh. The visuals in my mind....gahhhhhh.
Jealousy only leads to bad things –- isn't that what George is tying to say in his heavy-handed script?
*snerk*
I am full of wonder and joy. :D
[One little thing: Aren't Vancouver and LA in the same time zone? I've never been to the west coast and/or Canada, so I could be wrong.]
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Date: 2005-05-24 06:21 am (UTC)Yes, they are. I was just going to point that out as well.
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Date: 2005-05-24 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 03:19 am (UTC)I read it all one big gulp and just missed giving myself the fic equivalent of an ice-cream headache. Wonderful stuff, and having Jude in it is loverly and hawt.
If Hayden is noticing auburn glints in Ewan's hair then this is way past a schoolboy crush.
For some reason, this made me flail like a total nutter. I have no idea why.
*runs off to re-read several dozen times*
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Date: 2005-05-26 07:07 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2005-05-24 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-26 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 03:52 am (UTC)Ewan's beard is itchy and the kiss is too quick. Hayden wants another go, but Ewan steps away before Hayden can make his move. "If I had a mouth like yours, I'd pout all the time as well," Ewan says.
MEEP! I can just hear him saying that in that voice and oh my. Just. Yeah. There is a threesome fic in the future right? They get together and shag each other silly? Just in my head? Okay, fine with me.
So. Good.
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Date: 2005-05-26 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 03:56 am (UTC)Except that it really was a terrific, sweet little story, and I loved it.no subject
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Date: 2005-05-24 05:15 am (UTC)ahaha, this owns. I think I am going to like the Dark Side.
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Date: 2005-05-26 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 06:25 am (UTC)I'm compiling fics here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/kyuuketsukirui/215463.html) for a Jude/Ewan master list (the fandom is so small *cries*). I hope you don't mind my including this.
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Date: 2005-05-26 07:25 pm (UTC)