Sims Dialogue
  • Shelby made a sims2 of us, Chris and JC. Then told me what they were doing.
  • Shelby:Bethany, quit ignoring JC.
  • Shelby:JC, get back in the bed and cuddle with Bethany.
  • Shelby:You're pregnant first.
  • Bethany:Of course I am.
  • Shelby:JC's jumping up and down in the puddle!
  • Shelby:Why am I naked?
  • Shelby:Why are you blurred out when you're naked?
  • Shelby:Aww. A heart over yours and JC's heads.
  • Shelby:JC's going to be abducted!
  • Shelby:Chris has found a *insert random treasure*. Jc has found a rock.
  • Shelby:JC thinks you're hot.
  • Bethany:Of course he does, he knocked me up.
  • Shelby:You're giving birth, I'm just standing there, Chris is freaking out and JC's on the phone.
  • Bethany:OF COURSE. He was ordering a pizza, turned around and there's his son.
  • Shelby:Why are you on the spinny thing? Take your baby!
  • Shelby:why is Chris washing your son in the sink? Where's JC? Why is he sitting in the road?
  • Shelby:Why do you and Chris keep hanging out?
  • Shelby:You got abducted by aliens.
  • Shelby:Chris is thinking about marriage.
  • Bethany:To you or me?
  • Shelby:To you, probably!
  • Shelby:You're writing, JC wants to flirt and you're shoving him away.
  • Bethany:sounds about right, actually.
Alright. Let me explain something.

You all know me. Really well. What happened was, I try to be a respectful fan. Yes, I poke fun at JC, and usually the first to do so. But I don’t go around spreading rumors, discussing his sex life, girlfriends, and family life. It’s his life to live, all I want is for him to be happy. I know not everyone is like me, but I believe in decent human curteousy, and if he wants to keep his private life private, he should be allowed to. Without us commenting on his choices in women, parties, etc. This is the ONE rule I hold to all JC fans. It’s what he asks of us himself.

It had been upsetting me lately that bringnsyncback has been doing exactly all that. I know everyone has their own lives to live and all, but it really upsets me that another JC fan could be so fucking disrespectful of The Man. Now, I have actually messaged her, asked her nicely to unfollow, and she has, and I have also unfollowed her, and blocked her for good measure, because poor timbertrick got the brunt of my rants. Ask her about them if you don’t believe me.

But the anger I had over all this has tinted the fandom here for me. I’m so disgusted by the actions of some of my other fellow fans of late, and it all started when she joined. I’m still not sure if I still want to be here anymore.

So that’s what’s been happening.

What's in a name?

“Hey Shorty,” JC said as he entered the room.

“These are the stars…” Anna quit singing and warming up as he crossed the room. She scooted over, making space for him on the bench.

“I hate when you call me that,” she told him. “I’m not the girl in your songs.”

“No, you are definately not who I was thinking of,” he grinned at her. “Though you are so short,” he teased gently.

“Five-four is average,” she pouted.

“Okay, okay, I can come up with something just for you, I guess.” He brought his hand up to his chin in a mock thinking pose, staring at her.

She stared back for a long moment, feeling her cheeks heat up under the scrutiny. She turned back to the piano in front of them. She started playing again, tentatively, a song that she vaguely remembered from school, or maybe it could have been a Backstreet Boy song, or a mix of the two.

“I’ve got it.” Jc declared. Anna quit playing again and looked at him expectantly. “You’re my little Pixie,” he looked proud of the name.

Anna blinked. His face fell just a little. “You don’t like it,” he said. “I just thought…you are the shortest person in the house, and with that hair,” he reached up and ruffled her short vivid purple hair, which was just too long to be called a pixie cut anymore.

“No, I love it. It fits me perfectly. I love faeries.” She smiled shyly at him. “You called me yours,” she added quietly.

“Did I?”

She nodded, then let the shy smile grow into a full grin. And poked him in the side. “You are getting just a bit pudgy, I shall call you Squishy and you shall be mine,” she joked.

He laughed, turning his attention to the piano, ready to teach her how to play like she had always wanted to.

I have the bestest soul sister on the planet. This is what Boomer got me for my birthday. She’s the first person I’ve ever trusted to let buy an nsync/JC single. Because my collection of them is so hodge-podge. I hate feeling bad when people buy me duplicates ;)
Then there’s one of my favorite Wicca books as well :D one of the first I had come across that talked in length of how to be a solitary. And how to do rituals on your own.
*NSYNC cd case is love (and smells nice too!) And the /Lance book makes me LOL.
Amo Te, Niggus. :)


BOOMER I FOUND IT. OMG it’s so 90’s.

The Best Gift

Anna walked into the game room, everyone there wrapped up in the current football game on the screen.

“Joshua Scott Chasez,” she started. He and a couple of the other guys looked up at her. “I can’t believe you,” she finished. She made her way slowly across the room, clumsily from the distortion of the tears in her eyes to stand in front of him.

“Talked to your mom?” JC asked, seeing she still had her phone in hand.

“Yeah, yeah I did. She told me about this thing that came in the mail this week.”

JC brought his eyes up to meet hers, and it was enough for her to lose the little bit of control she had. A tear made it’s way down her cheek as she straddled his lap, sitting back on his knees.

Behind her the game came back from commercial. For his credit, JC’s gaze never left his girlfriend as she hugged him, sobbing into his neck. (Until she was too close to see.)

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That’s the best thing you could have given me,” she said.

“It was nothing,” he said, his hands resting on her back, where he had been soothing her.

She laughed, a short bark like laugh in his ear. “That was far from nothing, especially coming from you.” She sat up, cutting his view of the tv again.

“I love you so much,” she said. She rested her forehead against his. “Don’t bother with a gift, that was more than one.”

Her lips met his grinning ones, and he missed a touchdown by the team he was cheering for, but he didn’t mind. He had made Anna’s year with a signature and a stamp. That was the best gift he could have given himself.