Decline Of Quality Simpsons

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pouting Well, I still have not recovered from the conclusion of the Spain-Italy (Iker, ikerrrrr ...), or the night of bonfires on the beach I have already another party for tonight ... if I have a week of the most stressful, haha ...
I changed my LJ, yellow does not convince me, but I wanted something more ligerita for the summer ... and got put pictures up! Take this opportunity to again thank the author, Khrysthynnekega
for letting me use them. Besitos sky.
Well, in this chapter do not spend too much, but you need to know what happens to our blond guy's head ... I hope you like it if only a little. Thank you very much for the encouragement, for reading and commenting, Besos a tod @ s.
Title: Utopia II
Author: I myself
Summary: Justin is quite stressed lately ... Post 513

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Cowlip, which demonstrates the absurdity of life sometimes ...
Note: If you really bored, you say to me, porfa ....

Utopia II
It was dark when Justin came to Briatin. He was surprised to see no light coming from the house and assumed that Brian, upset by his attitude that morning, he would have gone to sleep in the loft. "What was missing, she thought as she breathed deeply trying to calm down. He was aware that lately his mood swings were becoming too frequent. He has indeed, sometimes even he can not bear ... But is that Brian did not understand. For three years
had lived almost exclusively in New York looking for opportunities to publicize their work. During that time, the loneliness, anxiety about being away from his family and, above all, uncertainty about whether his relationship with Brian would overcome the distance were about to win the game more than once. But Brian never let you throw in the towel.
After months of hard work had made a name in the world of art. The criticism was excited at his talent and his works were exhibited not only the best galleries in the country but in Europe. And finally, three months ago, he could go home, and continue his career from there.
everything in Pittsburg remained virtually unchanged from when he left.

His return was celebrated by all, and he felt happy to be back home and share their success with friends. And they had much to celebrate, why all one way or another, had achieved success in their careers. But although he was glad for them, could not help but feel somewhat cheated, none of elllos had resigned to anything to get it, none had to leave his life behind for a dream. And although it was a foolish sentiment, could not help feeling like an outsider among them, suddenly realizing that they had spent three years apart and what had been lost many times what and could not recover ...
During that time, the boys had overcome many obstacles remained united, they had evolved, gaining confidence and self-confidence without losing a bit of what made them special. And a strange feeling of bitterness was growing in him.
Still, not going to let that beat him: he had achieved his dream, that had so often desired and which has so often said they would not get, was a renowned artist, live with Brian in Briatin, maintaining a stable relationship and monogamous relationship with the man he had always loved and had a son almost eight years they adored him.
And would not consent to anything or anyone ruin what had cost so much to achieve, was to remove the three-year absence.
And suddenly began to wonder ... Is it their success a fad? How long would the critics to give back? Would you Kinnetic workers would accept as one more? Or would only "the husband's head?" Would you have used Brian to their relationship in the distance? How long would the advertiser grew weary of their life together and get bored of that new life? Would it be a good father to Gus? Do you accept the child as naturally as he agreed to be the son of Lindsay, Melanie and Brian ...? Then she felt as a boy clumsy and insecure, frightened at the prospect of losing everything again.
why could not fail, it had to be perfect in everything: the perfect father more and better care for his son, the artistic director Kinnetic perfect, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect host ...
was always stressed out, supervising and correcting everything in its path. He went to bed at night thinking and on what should be done the next day and turns to him again what had happened during the day. If everything in your life was planned to detail and the slightest mishap made him lose his temper.
But perfection, besides being exhausting, it was worth ...
Gus was feeling overwhelmed by prohibiting him from doing something if another well, for fear of what might harm or stained. The worst thing was that the child unconsciously began to flee from it ... "Never laugh ... are you mad at me ?"... Kinnetic
employees were not much less confused than the child. Trembled when they saw him coming, wondering why trifle would be yelling that day and more than one had solemnly declared that he preferred to be skinned for Brian to have to suffer another blonde looks cold. And was going
literally crazy Brian, analyzing and decrying every gesture or word, feeling constantly judged or criticized, or collecting every paper or brown object moving in its path.
snorted, remembering the words of his companion days ago:
- You know, sunhine?, You should strive a little less and enjoy more ...
No, Brian definitely not understood. That was his dream, nothing could go wrong. Everything must be perfect, could not be left to chance. But her boyfriend and her family and friends did not see it. For them life was a joke. They had their little problems of the day, laughing and amused by proposing solutions which more absurd. Smiled with complicity if any child into something he should not and there was nothing that made them lose control, seemed to be in a state of relaxation and permanent optimism, convinced that nothing could go wrong if you had a dream to hold on and what if tomorrow was bringing new problems, which certainly would occur , together they could overcome them.
Justin seemed to him conformist attitude and easygoing, and you sick.
But the worst had come a couple of weeks ago. The gallery had sent samples of his new tables for the next show, within meses.Sabía what it was that people wanted to see and that was what he had painted. His agent was not of the same opinion.
- They're not happy with your work. Yours does not really seem to work, are very comerciales.No know, they lack magic ... Justin
snorted indignantly. "Magic? Dreams? "Enjoy? What kind of world they lived?. There was only one reality, and her own. He had several days
apathetic, unable to paint. Without realizing just it, your character had gone sour. He lived with his feet so firmly on the ground that he had forgotten what it was an illusion or dreams, and could not even remember the last time he smiled, he did not even important ...

Just open the door, Justin felt a strange feeling of drowsiness. Home was completely dark except for a faint light coming from the lounge. He was a strange smell, like fresh flowers, and suddenly felt incredibly relaxed. He walked slowly down the hall to the living room, where he arrived a whispering off, as people laughed and hummed quietly, looking forward to going to bed and sleep for hours. The sight before him was surprised ...
In the center of the room, dimly lit and barefoot, sitting on the floor on cushions in a circle and were Emmett, Ted, Michael, Linds, Melanie and Brian.
I wanted to ask what they were doing there, but felt too sleepy, as if his brain was in slow motion. The group smiled cordially,
- Hi honey .- Mel's voice was soft, as if not to wake someone and his smile was even more relaxing effect on Justin, what could only fix his attention on it .- You look tired ...
The blond shook his head slightly, trying to smart.
- Yes, the truth is that I like ...
- Do not worry, because we were going ....- Justin blinked, trying to keep my eyes open. I was not quite sure who was the person who had spoken, and none of them started to rise. Still sitting on the floor, staring with a smile and a strange expression, no doubt an optical effect due the low light, peace in the face.
- Why do not you sit here a moment with us ...
Despite the fatigue, the invitation to sit with them in the darkness of the room is attracted ...
- The truth is that I am a little tired again ...- came a relaxing and pleasant aroma, making him lose the thread of his words.
- Come ...- front of him. Brian extended his hand, slightly startling. I had not noticed that his companion will rise. He wanted to protest, but was too stunned. He took her hand, letting. Then he noticed the strange dress of her friends, all dressed in white, contrasting with the darkness of the room.
going to ask why these clothes, but she was so quiet and sleepy that he was unable to make any comments.
He sat on a cushion in the center of the circle, but Brian let go of her hands. The chestnut was smiling in a strange way, while his friends seemed to have disappeared. But Justin could not get a check, unable to look away from the green eyes that kept him trapped, as if hypnotized. Gradually
was closing her eyes, not away from their lover .. Then she felt arms caught him as he slowly fell into a sea of darkness.
- Sweet dreams, little ...

Kates Playground Tanning

Utopia II: Utopia I

First, I apologize for the delay and to dedicate this humble writing and Melina72 Ninetic, who met years ago and had not yet been able to give them anything, and why they deserve the best ... Sorry!
not know what's wrong with my head lately, but I have a thousand fics started and I can not stop either ... Anyway, I hope it's here to stay, or I start to post stories uqe incomplete for some kind soul will take pity on my lack of ideas and I threw a hand ...
At least this story I have more or less on track and as it has a couple of chapters I take to upload ... (I have coments monkey, haha) No big deal (rather silly that occurred to me last night trying to sleep) , but I hope you enjoy at least a little ....
Kisses for everyone s.

Title: Utopia
Author: servant
Summary: Justin is a little stressed out with life and quite unbearable ... Post
513. About three years later or so. Justin takes about three months back to Pittsburg
Warnings: Although accepted curses qeu I remember the assassination attempt, albeit still punishable cyber ...
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, are Cowlip. Although it is true that I still do not know ...

Utopia I

Brian sighed deeply before opening the door Dinner. Justin's car I was parked outside, which meant that the blond would devote at least a dirty look for making him wait, despite what had been at eleven-thirty and were only eleven and twenty-eight. And lately, Brian was trying to be punctual. In fact, in recent months, Brian was still endeavoring to more than good for your mental health: being punctual, not to laugh too loud, not to sigh too loud, not to speak too low, not driving too fast not to walk too slowly ... But nothing came everything should be perfect. Giro
the doorknob, making the restaurant's customers girasen in their direction, and contained the urge to run when she noticed his blue eyes piercing. He clenched his fists slightly
, reminding them to be patient. Unfortunately, the day he handed the patience, Brian Kinney was in the queue in handing out the beauty, so that he could not get too. And he had was running out rapidly.
knew that Justin was stressed, which was frustrated but did not quite understand why. But the more I tried to talk to him, the more isolated the blond in the world and the greater the reproach that he was going.
If you intended to go to dance and relax one night, was that only interested in fun. If told to take a short break and go somewhere with Gus, was what did not value or respect their work. If you prayed that will tell how he felt and tried to encourage him, was a callous asshole did not take their problems seriously and which did nothing to support him.
Yes, if somewhere there was a flag that indicates the level of patience of a human being, that of Brian Kinney should be several inches below the red line that signaled what was in stock and should be throwing constant warning beeps.
He sat while asking for a coffee and left a kiss on the lips of his companion, who looked at him with a gesture seriously.
- Not a minute. I have not been late.
Dinner The new waiter left him without looking just coffee, running to hide behind the bar again in the glare of Justin. Why this was different. The artist, who recently was unable to give more samples than strictly necessary love and complained about the sticky stuff on her boyfriend was recently, had become an almost unhealthy possessiveness, pouting and hurtful responses to the first who dared to look at Auburn for more than three seconds.
- how many coffees you wearing today? - Brian looked at him, biting his lip, wondering why I had the ability to find pretexts blond with which to start a discussion and justify their continued anger .- For me you can kill as you want, but you should be aware that cuadno will give you a heart to me I call and I will be who will have to nurse. Brian
look up, playing Debbie's arrival as a godsend.
- Hello, mate. Days ago do not you see the hair, sunshine, do you have hijacked? - The redhead gave him his best smile to Justin, while chewing gum .- I suppose you will come to the party tomorrow night. Brian
suppressed a shiver at the cold eye of Justin.
- What party?
- Birthday Hunter. I told you it ...
- What has stayed with the boys without me? - Justin publicist interrupted "You know, I would like to occasionally consult things with me. You are not the only one who has a life, and am more to make my own ....
- I said we were going. I said I do ...
- What you had to see me? What I had to decide whether we were or not - the artist snorted, annoyed "Great. Now if we be not my fault that I'm very bad person and do not let out ... is what I have to be always my fault and responsible for everything? Well, darling, thank you very much.
Justin crossed his arms, grumpy looking out the window, ignoring the echo of what Brian was always blaming him for all the anger and problems of Justin and the family in general ... at least in principle. It was a tradition.
. Debbie looked at him incredulously, a quick glance across the publicist, who shrugged slightly, as if to say "see?". Ted
, Emett, Michael, Linds and Melanie arrived at that time, leaving to laugh when she noticed the tension of the occupants of the table.
- Hi, guys. Can we sit? - Ted hesitated, looking at Justin and his brow furrowed.
- for me yes. But you should ask him, "said Brian head .- I I am the last to know everything. Brian
a look frozen, nodding the clearance between the banks and dragging himself was one of the corners of the table.
- Yikes ... I missed something? - Emett smiled, excited at the prospect of a new gossip.
- Nothing important. I'd better go. I have work. Justin
abruptly took leave of his friends and left the Dinner.

remained silent minutes after which the bells of the door will stop making noise after the departure of the blond. Debbie was the first to speak.
- God is unbearable ...- I glanced at the group, of surprise and disbelief at the attitude of the young.
Brian looked at the woman, raised eyebrows from their position at the end of the bank.
- Do not tell me? - The answer sounded ironic and relieved to see they finally believed him.
- What is what is so pissed?
- Does inflacción? "Global warming? Is the extinction of the Tyrannosaurus Rex? I do not know ... I do not think even he knows ...
- Maybe a party you back the smile ...
- Emett, you fix the hunger in the Third World holiday base ...- Brian bit his lip. He had not meant to be the edge with his friend, but felt that the situation is well surpassed him .- since I returned from New York ... at the beginning was fine, but it takes a few months ...
Brian bit his lip. I could not believe he was willing to tell their friends the strange behavior of the blonde and the problems they had. Never been easy for him to talk about these things. But I knew what I had to. For the guys that were there, but did not know.
Yeah, that scene was something that had "lived." And though he knew it was going to make it clear that he was willing to do anything ...
years ago I had made the terrible mistake of ignoring your dreams, banished to a place so deep in your subconscious that had suddenly been replaced by constant nightmares.
And the fact of having forgotten his dreams had been about to sprout very expensive. Had been about to let go out of his hand to Justin, the person who was the answer to the questions what Brian had done for years, without being aware of it.
- I do not know how long ago have not seen him smile. Always nervous and angry, listless. There is nothing that makes you dream, everything bothers you. Has lost its joy, its ...
- Do your dreams?
Brian stared at her friend aa before nodding.
- Good ...- The blonde flashed a mischievous smile, looking into his eyes .- We know of a place where it could recover ... or create new ones ...
Brian cocked his head looked at her, weighing her words ... Justin always had hundreds of dreams and illusions, he never would have happened ... And yet ...
- Lindsay, do not be thinking of ...?- Sitting next to Brian, Michael stared at the girl, who nodded with a small smile.
- But Linds, long ago that we do not ...- Chestnut stopped looking around, uncertain.
- Come on Mel, it will be fun.
- Are not we a little more for that? - Ted's voice reached them from the other end of the table next to Michael. Quietly warned that the eyes sparkled Accountant like a child before they open their Christmas gifts, denying his own theory.
All eyes were fixed on Brian, who bit his lips thoughtfully. When he looked up, it was with the glow of mischief in his eyes and a small but significant smile.
At the other end of the bench, along with Mel, did the singing voice of Emett.
- Yes! Let's do it, let's do it! - The southern patted, excited, provoking laughter from his friends.
- Debbie, can you stay tonight with the kids? Unless, of course, what you want to come with us ...
The redhead looked at them smiling, proud of their children lost.
- I will need on this trip ... I will ensure the dreams of small fabricáis yours while you ...


continue ....


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not think that it is able to write any more, but this challenge is great, there are a thousand possibilities, so last night I came up with this stuff, (I have a serious conversation with my imagination and work schedules. ...), so I leave here is to see if you like at least a little bit, it make me smile jsto that you you take the trouble to read ....
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Author: Iholan
Title: Weapons
Characters: Justin, Cody tiny reference. Place it wherever you want after the Pink Rose.
Summary: It is as cortito undeserving.
Rating: TP
Cowlip The characters belong to that we live in an unjust world in which they are not allowed to choose ....

Arms
Justin left the paper to one side, feeling a twinge of pity in it. The truth is that the news had caught him far less than it should, though posium never listen to those who told him, years ago, which will move away from him, that kid would end badly.
Debbie's words echoed years ago back in his head: "the hatred born of fear." Yes, he knew a lot of hate and fear. Most of those who crowded at that time knew that the Dinner. Damn hypocritical society.
Brian felt the arm placed between the back of the bench and shoulders, shortening the distance between the two intertwined almost casually between his fingers.
Yes, all they knew of hate, fear and pain. And the only weapon capable of fighting these three evils was the love. Justin
also knew a lot about love. Brian's voice brought him back to reality.
- What do you think? - Outline a smile at the curious expression of the publisher.
- That I am very lucky.
- Really?
- Yes, I have the world's most powerful weapon.
In the paper, a black and white photo of the former leader of the Pink Rose, "Young man with severe psychological suicide after killing his father "

Author: Iholan
Title: Defining freedom
Characters: Justin / Leda, Brian
Summary: Justin and Leda have a conversation. Post 513, Justin lives in NY.
Rating: TP
characters Cowlip they feed, but I want more ...

Defining freedom.

- Come on, what happens?
Justin looked at the girl, not quite knowing where to start. He had three months in NY, three months in which Brian had hardly seen, though they spoke every day, three months of hard work to go home.
had been a surprise meeting with Leda few days ago and, although no one could say that they were friends, he felt comfortable talking to her. Perhaps you remember a. ..
- Brian, do you ?...¿ what you have done this time? - She had an infectious smile and his voice had the tone of those words would be censored in the mouths of Debbie and her friends. As a globetrotting lover independence era had learned to observe without judging.
- Well is that since the cancellation of the commitment I've been thinking about y. .. I love Brian and I know he to me, but ... When I decided to get married also decided that there would be anyone else, but after canceling the wedding will not talk about the subject. he keeps telling me I have to use the time to pass chemical, I have to go out and have fun ... and I also hope he stays locked up at home ...
- Are you worried that the Antichrist returns to his life of lust and debauchery? - The output of the girl made them laugh.
- No, that is the question. He says that's OK, I have to enjoy. But the other night call Babylon and told me I had only been a couple of times since the reopening. He has not walked the dark room, no one has seen anyone in these three months. You know what that means?
- What's going to break your ass the next time you see yourself?
- A part of that ...
- Have you ... me saying that you are concerned that Brian has not slept with anyone since you left? Is not that the dream of a steady partner?
- Of course I want to have Brian just for me ... But he does not. Brian is like you, free and independent. I like to go out there all night and having sex with people who will not see again ... And now just in Pittsburgh and I'm here ... I do not want to give up their way of being, I do not you feel compelled to stay home for me. You can not give up the freedom that has always enjoyed by me ...
Leda nodded, understanding.
- Okay, I understand ... Now, you're right, Brian loves his freedom almost as much as I have mine. So I can assure you that a person ceases to be free to love another. Freedom brings us get what we want, but also how to decide what you do not want. Not you what makes Brian decides to stay home or do not fuck the first thing that happens. Is not an issue of debentures or morality. it's just that Brian has freely decided that life is no longer interested, just as freely decided that lived with him or ask that you casaráis.
- Yeah, I guess Brian will never do anything that he does not want, but I would like to tell me ...
- What do you say what you do? Most couples believe that to make the relationship work, you have to be stronger than the other, there must be a dominant and a submissive, someone who demands and another that it holds. Brain has made you the best gift you can make another person: freedom to know, freedom to leave, freedom to grow and freedom to return to his side. Enjoy your gift, that's the best thanks. Justin
minutes still smiling after seeing Leda away on his motorcycle heading to another city to search for another adventure, perhaps to meet someone to share their freedom.
- Jutin?
- Thanks
- "Thanks for what?
- For being you. For loving me so much .- noticed the smile of her companion on the phone.
- You put it easier, Sunshine, very easy.

Author: Iholan
Title: Family by surprise
Characters: Tucker / Brian
Summary: Tucker has just discovered something ...
Rating: TP 513
Post
Cowlip The characters are not mine ... amazing, right?

Family by surprise.
Sometimes the most obvious reality hits us by surprise.
That was how the young and independent Tucker discovered one morning when part of a large family by surprise and betrayal. Huerfano
still just a teenager, had traveled from one side to the country, riding on his Harley.
The day I met Jennifer knew it was time to settle and start a new life with him. It was not so blind as to not recognize love when he saw it.
knew that the woman had two sons, one was a student of hers, but that did not make him a father. Of course, I always respected. But a relationship with the mother. If the guys accepted it well and if not, too. Jen
collaborated actively in the events of the Association of Parents of Gays and Lesbians, and Tucker knew that to her, the boys of the Liberty Avenue were part of his family. But just go with her to such acts did not think that, perhaps, was becoming part of that family. Nor
Debbie hints and little jokes made him suspect anything, personalized invitations to every meal, dinner, party or social event of different family members gave no clue about it. Even
that Emett will accompany every two months to renew your wardrobe you noted that it was one of a clan.
No, those were the family of Justin, Jen and Molly. A group of people I felt comfortable but that had nothing to do with him.
not realized until that point had changed his life one year after beginning their relationship with the realtor.
had arrived punctual to his appointment at the Dinner. Brian had called the day before to meet and drink coffee.
quietly chatted about cars and motorcycles, which he rolled about teachers with their students and how silly it was Valentine's day, without understanding the looks of panic and nervousness of the boys and his girlfriend the day before, when I had told he had an appointment with the brown ...
- you can not go ...
- If you will not be worse ...
- Pretend you've had an accident ...
- Be an accident ...
had started talking all at once, interrupting each other to the confused look of Tucker. Finally we were leaving, saying goodbye with a "whatever happens, you do not let bully ", as he looked as if it were your last day alive and definitely were firing him.
The truth is I did not understand these reactions.'s publicist, although he had heard of him, I fell really good. It was a discreet person who did not get into anyone's life, someone who could maintain a quiet conversation, pleasant and inconsequential as they had at the moment ...
The question came in a tone so casual and relaxed about the late Professor seconds to assimilate.
- And tell me, Tuck, what are your plans about Jen?
Tucker looked surprised. It was a question that might be expected from Emett, Debbie, Justin even but do the simple, liberal Brian Kinney?
- Does it matter much?
- Uff, not the least true ... But you see, you throw your mother and I the child. And if the mother has, the child gets angry. And if not fuck Justin gets angry. And the sufferer then me. Which tells us that if you do damage to Jen, I'll be hurting me. So tell me, Daddy, what are your plans about Jen? - Brian smiled, as if explaining to a child po what two plus two equals four, in a calm and natural.
His eyes met those of Debbie, Emett and Daphne, who smiles and nods went nervous, shaking hands. And then I
realized: he had become a member of a large, diverse and family unity.
But the attitude was not nervous about Debbie and the boys who did understand, nor Brian's question, which gave him a look now curious and fun.
No, what made him realize that it was actually surprised himself wondering what the argument was a publicist logic.
He weighed his options: start your Harley and driving without a break until the border with Mexico, changing identity and flee to a convent, order another coffee and caffeine-based suicide and lemon bars .. He smiled
open to the group, ask if a ring and an engagement party would be a good way to become an official member of the family of the Liberty Avenue

Author: Iholan
Title: Rage
Characters: Chris Hobbs / Brian, Justin
Rating: NC -17, I think ... there is some violence, very mild, and the language ... but wanted to give Brian the chance ... Post 513

Cowlip characters are, which is a shame that Brian and Justin with me enjoy it more and Hobbs would regret having born ... did not know what to title ... sorry! Rage

Brian walked through the city and the dark, delaying the time to go home, trying not to think.
Brian was not one who was tormented by his past, at least not anymore. But few days before his birthday. And like every year around this time, despite the elapsed time, also became memories and nightmares.
Not that I did not have bad dreams the rest of the year, but in those days intensified.
He saw himself, grinning like never before done. Justin was dancing in his arms, laughing happily. The bulbs are lit, gleamed golden in the beautiful blonde hair, the sound of their laughter ringing loudly.
Suddenly darkness engulfed, giving way to white light artificial and harmful. Justin was lying on the floor at his feet, motionless. El silencio golpeaba sus oidos, sintiendo la sangre roja y caliente en sus manos. El suelo, sus ropas, el rostro de Justin, todo era un mar de sangre espesa. Quería gritar, pero nadie le oia...
Entonces se despertaba, sudando y con la respiración agitada, sintiendo que se ahogaba mientras algunas lágrimas rebeldes surcaban su rostro. Se calmaba poco a poco, comprobando que Justin dormia a su lado, que estaba a salvo.
Por suspuesto, Justin se daba cuenta de que algo pasaba, notaba su aspecto cansado por las mañanas, la coincidencia del aumento de las pesadillas con la cercanía de su cumpleaños y, por tanto, con el aniversario de la agresión de Cris Hobbs, pero Brian esquivaba las preguntas, ignorando el gesto the artist concerned.
was stopped at the sign announcing the next "Great Exposition of Jutin Taylor", thinking it was time to go home. He heard steps behind him, feeling that his blood froze to recognize your voice.
- Have you seen what they put there? ... I can not believe ...
- Justin Taylor? Did you know?
- Yes, went to my school ... is a fucking fag, and flaunt it. But I gave him his due, yes sir, the night of graduation, haha ...
went long. He turned, recognizing the blond that point had been about to kill Justin, kill them both in fact, years ago, felt the urgent need to be home Justin hugging, making sure what was right.
He turned and started walking, Hobbs's words echoing in his head, feeling a fury unknown until run through his veins ...
He retraced his steps, not knowing what he was doing. He spotted a Hobbs
passing by an alley, and without his friend. Toured the meters that separated them in just a few strides, throwing the blond in the barely lit alley, which crashed into the wall. The fear on the younger voice caused a smile of rejection.
- Relax, dude ... take what you want but I do not do anything.
- You do not have anything I might want .- Brian's voice sounded cold, metallic, as he approached the boy, leaving a few inches of him. The blond looked at him confused before recognizing him. Then he turned pale.
- You ... you're ... what ... do you want?
- see, I could not help hearing your conversation ... but I think I missed some details ... you told your friend that you're just miserable and will only attack from behind? "A disgusting coward who wets his pants when his followers not to protect you? - The boy had been shrinking more about himself as he spoke, like a frightened rat, and appeared to faint.
already ... I told him I was not ...- Brian could not help but smile at the pathetic creature babbling nonsense words, feeling his anger slowly faded. Prepared to leave .- And, he asked for it ... Justin ...
Brian had turned to go, but those words made him stop suddenly, clenching his fists tightly. The name of his companion's lips Hobbs was the worst of insults.
turned, reaching Hobbs punch in the face, derribandole.Lo rose again, hitting him with fury, he fell on a container, knocking him down in their path.
He knelt beside him, gripping him by the collar, the raised fist to download a new hit, listening to him whine.
- No, Please, for, as siennto ..
lowered his fist, lifting the chest.
_ Listen, slag, Justin was very generous letting you live. But if I ever see you, if you approach him, if he sees you even if by chance, if reappointed, I swear you will not have much luck with me. Is that clear? Hobbs
nodded, her face become a mask of panic, trembling uncontrollably. He remained on the floor, lying among the rubble for a long time after Brian was gone.
- Hey, where have you been? Began to worry ...- embraced the blonde with force, devouring his lips with a passionate kiss, swallowing his words and grateful to be back at home.
- Justin ...- I need a shower I look uncertainly
- You know, I think we should look at what your nightmares, I do not know maybe you would help ...
- The only thing that helps me is knowing that you're here, you'll always be here ... and I think from now on, I'll sleep much better ... Justin
smiled back, uncomprehending.

Does A Church Have To Keep Tithing Envelopes

Challenge 45: What happened to ...?

Well, it's definitive, fully locoy my LJ does whatever he pleases is completely independent of what I want to do ... My header gone again, but the other day he came home by himself, so wait patiently back again, haha. If that is entirely independent ... Yesterday
Most viewed I could not in all day, so this morning I have been recovering arrears stories ....
Well, I wanted to thank everyone s for autographs and congratulations last week ... I wanted to have used the weekend to write. but the truth is I'm pretty locked and what I have left is pretty disappointing ... but I wanted to congratulate the birthday girl these days in conditions.
No big deal, but made with great affection, I hope you had a wonderful time and I have rained gifts and tokens of affection.
s Kisses for everyone, and special hugs Marikamp, never forget your beautiful birthday, I promise .... Adamawa feel the delay ... but better late than never, is not it, haha, Nito_punk many thanks again for the header and your help and Susgus beautiful, what a birthday yesterday.
course, spring is very very productive, haha.
do not know if I miss the birthday of someone, if so I apologize and feel included in these gifts.
much joy!


Challenge 45: "What was ..."
Author: Iholan
Title: Sometimes, losing is winning
Summary: It is very cortito to summarize
Warning: Post
513 Characters: Brandon / Brian / Justin
Those are made of gold with the characters are the Cowlip, I just take care of them.
Hope you like, even just a little bit, because my head is not enough for more ...
Kisses for everyone s.

Sometimes losing is winning. R

Ecorr the local with the glance, scorning the proposals of those around you, looking for him.
been two years since the last time you were near him, two years that you have become one of the new stallions of Pittsburgh, two years of parties and confusion of a night.
But long ago it started to get bored, not that I do not like knowing you are the center of attention of all gays Liberty av., is that you feel that among the looks of adoration and desire, you are missing something, there is still someone who has not owned and with whom you have an outstanding bill.
Because you know that for a legend is born, the other must succumb. And while Brian Kinney long ago relinquished that title, he is the king of Babylon and Liberty Avenue, himself king your refuse a day, the same beat you on that bet, the same as after you've had available, naked on her bed, I had rejected.
No, never recognize it, but inside you know that if it was hard to lose that bet, much more humiliating was he rejected claim your prize.
At last I find it, just leaning on the bar, ignoring the stares of desire and the insinuations of those around him, staring at the door, incredibly beautiful under the light bulbs.

- Bored, Kinney? - You go slowly, with your best smile of a hunter, as he leads you a quizzical look, recognizing the game.
- Brandon! - How about hunting? -
- Well ... I think I've thrown to me ... Almost all-you naked with your eyes, while your hand rests on his arm, with a smile that speaks of lust and desire .- Only one person that interests me tonight ...

You smile the young man, recalling How was your life a few years ago. If you know the game. Hell, you made the game alpha male in search of prey different every night, it is not difficult, the same words, the gestures ... sex, just that, without further complications.
feel the stares of those around you awaiting you, every gesture, glance and word will remain on file in their reports and then be thoroughly analyzed, the two legends of Liberty Avenue, the two men most wanted face to face.
feel the deep blue eyes fixed on you long before you see them, wondering how both have changed your life and find the explanation when I returned the smile: it is life.
- Well I hope you get lucky. I just found the one person that I am interested in talking to a few centimeters ...- of his mouth, watching her slowly disappear smirk.

tour you just a moment, watching the blond boy two years ago is the only obstenta the privilege of entering the great Kinney bed, wondering what will be done to tame. We stop again.
- You won the bet. I thought you'd want cobrartela .- The green-eyed smile is like a magnet, and you feel the need to catch his lips from yours, as if you were a delicacy and a hungry man.
- Sometimes, when you win, you lose.

You move away from Brandon, feeling your eyes on her neck, not hear comments about you, without even noticing the tide of bodies that opens before you to let pass without taking his eyes off those blue eyes that watch you from relieved pride and fun.
- You're late, Your eager lips over his mouth preventing Justin respond to your greeting, and let out a groan when he breaks contact, need fresh air.
"You missed the opportunity to collect old debts.
Your mind back in time, come back to see the pain in the eyes of Justin, go back to see you out of your life, not angry or bitter, but disappointed, and go back to hating you for not being able to hold him, to say that it was what really care ... and you know you could not bear to hurt again.
- Sometimes, when you lose, you win.

I see dancing in the middle of the floor, alone in the crowd to cheers, seeking to draw your attention, and know that together the two, are freer than they ever were separately. They are the king and the prince of Babylon, and you'll soon be a legend, and who knows, maybe fate will also have reserved a prince with golden hair and deep blue eyes.

Author: Iholan
Title: A good mother
Notes: Post 513. Death of a secondary character
Characters: Brian / Debbie, Joan
characters remain Cowlip, bad luck ... A good mother

Brian looked to infinity, asking what was there while trying to put some order in their feelings. Joan had long
was sick, she knew. At the end of the day was he who paid their bills.
But still, the doctor's call announcing it was a matter of hours had taken him by surprise.
At the hospital had to suppress a grin at the thought of unreality of the situation: he sat at the foot of the bed of the woman who years earlier he had disowned him as his holy sister was at home, unable, she said, to withstand stress.
had never stopped to think that would feel at the death of his mother, of course you never wanted something like that, but neither would have imagined that this feeling of emptiness inside.
tried to remember a single moment that Joan would have embraced what would have smiled and had told him how proud I was of him. But he could not find any.
flocked to his mind only memories of that cold and arrogant woman, strictly against any sign of weakness as tears or hugs, a woman eternally dissatisfied with his life. Joan
was removed, leading him out of his pensamientos.Se approached her, she opened her eyes holding her hand.
- Are you tu.Jack? - Brian sighed at the drunken ravings of the woman, his hand slightly aprentando .- We have a child is a boy ... Jack ...
thought he had lost consciousness again, but his voice rough and agony of Joan returned to fill the room.
- Who are you? Have you seen my son? - I glanced out of focus .- school again soon. It's a very smart guy ... Brian
tried to find a word to reassure her, but the lump in his throat prevented him from speaking.
- Jack did not want him ... no I wanted to keep it. If he had not been born everything would be different ... I still want Jack ... Brain
dominated the urge to run, looking away.
- I thought he would be different, they respect me ... but it is a monster, an abomination in the eyes of God ... It has been condemned to hell, though I tried to open his eyes ...- Your edos is suddenly twitched on his son's hand, looking scared around .- No! ... I am a good mother ... They say that hell awaits me ... laugh at me ... You lie! - Joined a bit, facing voices that only she could hear, leaving a few centimeters from the face of his son, watching him without him .- He was a good Christian, I have been a good mother. Tell!. Tell them I've been a good mother ...
The lay back, hearing muttering nonsense words, blinking back tears.
- If you've been a good mother.
was barely a whisper, but she seemed to hear him because the tension was gone from his face
- Brian ...- moments later, she breathed her last sispiro. Brian
drove aimlessly. He had not wanted to call Justin, I knew I would be concerned and at that time had no strength to talk to anyone.
did not know how it got Debbie's house. He left the car with his hands in his jacket pockets leather and sat on the porch, oblivious to the cold of dawn.

She hung up after reassuring Justin. The artist had awakened at dawn, surprised to be found only in bed. A feeling
him to call the hospital in which Joan Kinney had entered a few weeks, where they confirmed that Ms. Kinney had died and that his son had just left the hospital.
Neither could explain why it had taken to calling Debbie, who advised him to try to rest a little longer, Brian needed to be alone ...
But it was no longer able to lie was her maternal instinct to obey what he said that the most rebellious and vulnerable children would need.
A couple of hours later she heard him coming. Justin called for calm, telling Dinner called that morning would not go to work and prepare two cups of coffee while watching the advertiser.
staring at a point on the horizon, the pale and tired, chestnut seemed more real and more beautiful than ever.
He sat at his side, leaving one of the cups at his side, took a while to break the silence that reigned in the cold morning.
- You know my first thought upon seeing you?
Brian smiled slightly.
- Stay away from my baby? - Both laughed briefly.
- After that ... I saw a cheeky little brat of fourteen playing at being a tough guy, a kid who could not even imagine all the good that was inside him ... Brian
his jaw.
- just wanted to know if you go to heaven ... what he said he had been a good mother who had won paradise. I never knew was there suddenly ...- paused, unable to speak.
- You're a good person, Brian. You're a good husband, good father and a good friend. You are the son that every mother would want.
No one spoke for a few minutes, Brian's eyes filled with tears.
- Come on, make a frivolous of balls here.
let herself was Michael's old room, leaving clothing for women, feeling like dying a little cold inside. Debbie lies down with him, hugging you back on the blankets.
Brian smiled through her tears.
- You're a good mother. Deb
smile, leaving a kiss on the nape of her favorite child.
- Sleep, my son. Rest. Mom is here.

Author: Iholan
Title: Closing wounds
Characters: Jonh, Brian
Summary: Nothing, a little letter to his nephew Brian ... give it a try to the boy melon
Post 513
Cowlip The characters are incredible as it seems .. Closing wounds

"Dear Brian,
the truth is that, of all things I've done in my life, writing this letter is the hardest. It will be for Kinney words and feelings home.
I know I have no right to address you after all these years, after much damage as you did. Asin, if you've got here, thanks.
not write this letter to ask forgive me, I know very well I do not deserve. not try to justify or understand what why I did when I myself do not understand.
just knew that I hated you, a stupid way of a kid stupid to hide the envy ...
know, I admired as a child, you were my hero. I thought hearing about you, Brian, the black sheep of the family, so far, so self-sufficient, so free.
If your absence from family life will become the center of it. It is not easy to live under the specter of a giant.
was not a surprise that you were gay, but if it was the reaction of the grandmother. He heard about you, your disgusting lifestyle, what you were degenerated. And I dreaded the idea of believing that I could be a monster ...
Still, I liked the few moments that we spent at home, while my mother cried and I cried God knows why, and I wondered why we no longer wanted to dwarf me in your life, as you seemed to love that child, a baby just that you appear in photos.
Yes, I think, therefore I chose revenge, if you do not want me in your life, I do not want you in mine. But I needed a last memory bracelet.
Yes, I know that jealousy, lack of a father figure, fear not explain my behavior, but I said I'm not trying to justify myself.
I read the news of your wedding with that blond guy, the same that ended my mistake. Say it is a great artist.
I know you have a life, a family that has found a way to live in peace with everyone.
're so lucky to have someone by your side. And he too is lucky to have you, almost as much as the child of the photos.
soon emerge from the juvenile correctional and I go to London to live with my father. The dwarf wants to come with me. Mom objects, but it may be best for him.
Who knows, maybe in the old continent get a new life. Maybe find a way to get say the magic words and assume that I am, without fear of rejection or they will say.
may find someone able to save everything, including me. And who
knows, maybe one day find a way to forgive, to be able to think of your nephew John without rancor. Maybe one day our paths will cross down the street and greet us as usual ...
Meanwhile, despite everything, you get the repeat and the affection of your nephew
; ; ; Jonh M. Kinney. "

Brian gave a brief smile as he felt the silent presence of Justin on his back, knowing how much it had cost to deliver the letter they had received that morning in Kinnetic. He stood up, wondering what had become of his life without it.
- What are you doing? - He bent, leaving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling.
- close old wounds.

- John, letter for you.
He even observe him carefully, wondering what would have on without referring particularly to the young brown smile for the first time since his admission to the center.
There was no address or no letter inside, just an old shell bracelet with the initials BK If, one day, maybe ...

Author: Iholan
Title: I'm sorry, Ethan Post 513

For surreal enough, the characters are not ours, but

Cowlip Sorry, Ethan

She looked in the window opposite the gallery, smiling contentedly. He could not afford the frills of dress, but not bad.
In recent months he had been writing, asking him to speak ... I knew that what he had been special to Justin, and was sure what the blond will miss him as much as Ethan.
At first she had despaired of ever receiving a reply. But the answer had come weeks ago, in an interview with the artist.
He was surprised how far he had come in such a short time, but knew what was the reason:.

"" In less than six months and has made a name among the most promising young talents in NY, what the key to his success?
- The key is to achieve a goal that encourages you to work hard and very hard to achieve the goal.
- And that goal is ...?
- Back to where you came out ...
- Well, is there anyone important there?
- If I let someone very important in Pittsburgh, someone to whom I owe all my inspiration.
- And that someone, do you expect your return?
- For some time it seemed impossible, but if waiting for me.

Yes, Ethan knew he spoke of him. no doubt, had received their letters and realized that his future lay at his side, still waiting for his return.
"Someone to whom I owe all my inspiration," the message was clear, did Ethan was not his biggest inspiration? he himself had told the arrogant Brian Kinney years ago: "an artist brings out the best when you have someone who loves you to inspire his side to "
Guests at the first major exhibition in Pittsburgh Justin began to leave. I had thought to enter the gallery, but preferred to hold their reunion in a more relaxed atmosphere, moreover, with that dress was unlikely that let him come.
wrinkled her nose slightly to recognize some of Justin's friends out of the room. I would have time to present best companies when they were together again.
crossed the street as the crowd was dispersing.
Justin left Gallery. He was more handsome than ever with a beautiful dark jersey, enhances the brightness of her golden hair.
He looked down the street deserted and Ethan's heart sank: I was looking for him.
He stood behind her, smiling.
- Hello, Justin.
- Hello ... what ... what are you doing here? - Justin gave him a formal smile that confused the violinist.
- I ... well, I guess you first have to talk ...- The artist's attitude puzzled him. Supposed to be launched into his arms just to see him.
- Oh, really? - Justin looked at him without understanding and Ethan realized he was doing to pray.

Brian and Daphne were the last to leave the gallery. You are about to leave when they were surprised to hear Justin talking to someone on the outside, but from their position could only see the back of the blond. Froze a moment, while Brian's hand closed tightly over the shoulder of the girl recognized the voice ...

- Well, I told you on the charts, I ... Justin ours is special, you said it yourself ... Dapnhe
mentally hit while Brian expression twitched increasingly stopping the wave of girl talk.

- What letters ?...¿ And when I said I do that, exactly? - Justin tried to be polite, but he was struggling to continue that conversation.
- Come on in the interview, you said it. I am your inspiration as you're mine ... I know I did wrong and come back to apologize, I ... Justin
deep breath, trying not to laugh, thinking ...
- You know, I who should apologize ...
- Justin-The dark comes over to hug him, but the blond took a step backward, stop.
- You were an infidel, an unfair, a liar and a hypocrite. I lied to me and tried to lie to the world to have a career. But I did something worse. I lied to myself. I was so desperate to hear some nice words qeu me fooled into thinking what you offered me was better than I had with Brian. I cheated myself thinking that you were better than him, I fooled into thinking that you were better than him, trying telling that he was lied odiarle.Te happy with you. I lied saying he was happy with you. So I ask you to forgive me, forgive me as I try every day to waste time on your side. I did more damage with my own qeu lies you've been caused. And I hurt him, and that if I can not ever forgive myself.
Ethan looked at him without understanding what he was hearing, while exhaled Brian did not know I had been holding, releasing the pressure on her shoulder. Dapnhe gave him a smile as he left to join his friend, giving Brian some time to assimilate what he had heard.
- I'm here ... wow, have you lost a cat? - Justin gave him a smile to her friend, while Ethan gave him a sample of displeasure.
- But ... Justin, you and he does not ... you said ...
- he is my inspiration and always has been and always will be. Without it, I never would have been what I am ...
- Are we going sunshine? - Brian's voice surprised him. Saw as the publisher took the blond, who turn on itself, returning the hug, thanking the gods that paganini junior had been so foolish as to miss Justin. Dapnhe started walking up the street, enjoying the face of the violinist.
- Hey, partner, what we are waiting! How are we going to hold an engagement party without the promised?
Ethan seemed to wake from a strange dream. What he heard was simply impossible ...
- commitment? ...?- What the couple turned, startled by the presence of brown. Brian responded with a wide and sarcastic smile.
- Do not you know? Let's get married. Invite you to play at the ceremony, but not stuck in a holding shrieks of a poor cat.
They left, embracing. Justin turned briefly to say goodbye.
- Adios, Ian
watched the dark, puzzled.
- My name is Ethan!
But at this point, he realized nobody cared.

- How long had you been listening?
- We? Are you listening? Sunshine, by whom do you take us? - Brian and Daphne looked at each other with an expression that was the mirror image of innocence and indignation at the terrible accusations. Justin smiled brightly in the eyes of her fiancé.
- By the way, Justin, I forgot ... some letters have come to my apartment ... what do I do with them? The couple looked
tying ropes, smiling at the girl's innocent expression.
- Make a giant ball and throw it into the yard to play cats.
The laughter of the three friends rang in the night like a melody of promise without words, the kind that always fulfilled.