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My Trip to Fremantle.
By Jasmin.
It's been quite a while since I've updated, but I thought this was a worthwhile event.
Went to Kulcher last night to watch Capoeira. Started a little slow with about 45 minutes of "teaching us a dance" - less teaching and more crap dancing. At some point, Trille, Attics and I got a little bored. What could three little girls do in a dark, dark room? Why, we whipped out our pens and pads and started writing crap drabble Idol fics!
Ficlet 1: 54th Day - A Round Robin by Boo, Trille and Attics - In seating order
It's been 54 days since James had willingly touched him, and he was horny.
Andrew tossed his Farrah Fawcett locks in disgust. He looked over at James gazing intensely at some random contestant. He was touching the girl's shoulder, but Andrew knew that it was all for show. He hated when James did that; flirt with the girls. He supposes that it was better than last year when James flirted with all the boys.
"Jim! Jim Jim Jim! Jim Jim Jim! Jim Jim Jim!"
Whoops! Andrew seemed to have lost his capacity for an inner monologue. James was staring at him appalled. A few twitters from the stunned audience broke through and James' lips twitched. He was trying to suppress a smile. James walked over to him, grin still on his face.
"Drew! Drew Drew Drew! Drew Drew Drew! Drew Drew Drew!" James reached over and tucked a stray lock from his face. James turned towards the audience and introduced the next singer.
While the camera moved over to Ricki-Lee, James leaned over to Andrew and whispered into his ear, "You know what you have to do." He smiled so hard that all his teeth were showing.
Andrew sighed but returned the smile. "You know how much work this takes the stylist?"
"The same stylist who told Paulini to wear that dress?"
"Oh, Bitch!" Andrew ejaculated, laughing despite himself. "Fine, it's gone. You happy?"
"Yes," James quickly stole a kiss before the cameras pan in their direction.
Ficlet 2: Tension By Trille, featuring Boo
"I just think it would help our on screen chemistry."
"That's faulty logic. Besides, I'm not sleeping with you to further my career, Jim."
"Would you sleep with me for the excercise? You are looking a little tubby lately.
Andrew patted his tummy. "You thing I'm fat?" he wobbled.
James settled on the couch, beer bottle nonchalantly hold by the neck. "Television adds 20 pounds, and you're no Cosima you know."
"I'm no Paulini either," Andrew snapped. They both froze at the Paulini reference before realising they were just in Andrew's living room. No live cameras, no outraged talkback. "...Not that Paulini's fat..." Andrew added.
They both looked at each other and burst out laughing, accidently knocking the remote off the table.
"Seriously though, you don't think I'm fat do you?" he asked, bending over on the floor, reaching under the chair for the remote.
"No, you're perfect the way you are...on your knees like that."
"Pervert."
"See? We need to sleep together to get rid of our sexual tension. Everybody can see it."
Andrew gazed up at James from his knees. "Are you crazy? Our sexual tension is what makes us work."
"But too much and we become Mulder and Scully. How about we have a 'jeans on' policy?"
"Umm...because we're no longer 15 and also washing semen out of clothes is a pain."
"Aha! But not a bad idea because you didn't *want* it." James looked smug.
Andrew looked exasperated. "Haven't you been listening? Of course I want it. Why do you think we're so good together?" He started to stand up.
James grabbed his shoulder keeping him at crotch level. Time for the big guns. "Ant and Dec are doing it," he said.
Andrew paused thoughtfully.
"And they're really, really good," James added.
Andrew licked his lips. "They are good," he conceded at last, eyes sliding to look straight at James' groin.
"World wide success," James murmurred seductively. Andrew slowly reached his hand toward James' fly.
"You're very easy to convince, Andy," James said, spreading his legs further and shifting slightly on the sofa.
"Shut up," Andrew said smiling. "Or I'll shut you up," and promptly went down on him.
What Andrew hadn't figured on was that James was a talker.
And now for the naked men bit.Hehehehe nekid men bits hehehe
After 45 minutes of waiting, we get started. The first dance was some fishing dance. It was OK. Not great. Was very enjoyable after we started making fun of it.
Trille: The guy on the stage. The tall one. He's got some package there. His groin is moving to the music.
Me: Hehehehe...
Trille: The guy on the stage. The tall one. He's got some package there. His groin is moving to the music.
Attics: Oh god! I can't stop looking at his groin!
Me: Hehehehehe...bouncy groin...
Me: The prop guy looks all lonely. Guess he wasn't good enough to participate. The other boys won't let him play.
Attics: He's kinda hot.
Me: Yeah. That's what I just said. Don't you listen to anything I say?
Watching many people on stage dancing and weilding sticks.
Trille: I predict there's going to be an accident at some point tonight.
Dancing guy knocks another dancing guy on head with his oar - don't ask.
Me: (laughing loudly and clapping) HAHAHAHA!
Guy: *evil glare in my direction*
Trille and Attics: LOL!
After that performance, there was a 20 minute interval where we continued to write our little drabbles.
Ficlet 3: Hair by Boo
(i)
James likes Andrew's hair. He really does. He even liked the mullet Andrew grew a few years back. Most of all, he likes that Andrew is self conscious about it; and James loves his reactions.
“Hey Farrah.”
“Stop it! It’ s the new rage. Fabio said so.”
“Sure, in 1979.”
“I think it looks good,” Andrew replies sulkily.
James smiles slowly.
Andrew hates that smile. He touches his hair. Maybe James was right. Maybe he needed a different look. He’ll give Fabio a call tomorrow. “Was there anything you want Jimmy?”
“No.” James blows him a kiss. “You looked pretty tonight, Rapunzel.”
(ii)
What James doesn't realise is that Andrew would do anything to make him smile. Ever since that stupid Channel V "Who's Hot, Who's Not" poll, James has been a little off. Fuck them, what the hell would little 12 year old girls know anyway?
“Hey, Farrah!” James teases, grinning.
“Stop it! It’s the new rage. Fabio said so.”
“Sure, in 1979.”
“I think it looks good.”
“Was there anything you want Jimmy?”
“No. You looked pretty tonight, Rapunzel.”
Andrew loves seeing James smile. He enjoys the teasing flirtations. He returns the air kiss. Yes, a new hairstyle. He didn’t want their relationship to grow stale.
And now, my personal favourite (not that Trille's fic wasn't fantastic), but Attics is metaphor/analogy queen in this fic.
Ficlet 4: You Make My Heart Go Giddyup by Attics
Dicko had called Andrew's phone 16 times now. The newest media "crisis" was at a head and Andrew was nowhere to be found. It made no sense and the boy wasn't really a hard on to figure out."
He finally gave up and called Mark instead.
Mark piced up six rings later.
"What the hell is going on? Where is everybody?"
"Don't have a cow man, ther's enough love to go around. Peace dude."
"What the hell did you just say?"
"Haven't you ever had a blingley boop type experience where everyone was just sh-yeah, right there, man. It was so beautiful."
"What was beautiful, Mark? Come towards the fucking light man!"
"The commitment ceremony, man."
"What?"
"James and Andrew go married. Didn't you get the memo? It was like a packet of Allens' Jellybabies."
"And what does that mean?"
Mark sighs. "It means it was sweet and colourful. Jesus, Dicko."
Dicko hung up in disgust. He never gets invited to anything.
Next came the dance I call "Le Tigre" - semi naked men and women in faux tiger fur prancing around with sticks and big knives. It was fabulous! Way, way, way good. However, that was just the pretties before the real show, which of course was the capoeira (fight/dance) exhibit. It was amazing.
And then the little kids started and my god, they were so bloody good! I know Cricket says that little 7-10 year olds have very little attention span and is therefore difficult to teach them because they have no real discipline etc... but these kids were amazing. And this is one very dangerous sport. One kid was clearly better than the others. He was about 10(?) and could do all these acrobatics/gymnastics... excellent show.
Then, back to the big boys and girls to show of their thang.
By the end of the show, the gay compere that Trille sexed long time introduced the rest of the dancers. When he got to Attics' boyfriend, we discovered that he was from Malaysia. Do be sure to invite us to the wedding, chica. He then continued to tell us that the main event wasn't actually tonight, all this was preliminaries to the big grading on Sunday outside the Alexander Library.
At this point, I get all excited and cheer wildly. Ooops. Well, I was going to the Pride Fair and would have been in the area toperve watch the grading. Everyone hushed and started staring in our direction. Me, quickly turning towards Trille, pretending it was her who made the outburst. Attics was too busy laughing. Trille looked like a deer caught in the spotlight, slowly points her finger in my direction. Ha! Like anyone would be her now!
Trille's Boyfriend: Well, I guess some of you are more excited about that than others.
Room: (Laughing madly)
And then it was all over. We went for icecream and sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" really loudly and really badly four times.
The End.
By Jasmin.
It's been quite a while since I've updated, but I thought this was a worthwhile event.
Went to Kulcher last night to watch Capoeira. Started a little slow with about 45 minutes of "teaching us a dance" - less teaching and more crap dancing. At some point, Trille, Attics and I got a little bored. What could three little girls do in a dark, dark room? Why, we whipped out our pens and pads and started writing crap drabble Idol fics!
Ficlet 1: 54th Day - A Round Robin by Boo, Trille and Attics - In seating order
It's been 54 days since James had willingly touched him, and he was horny.
Andrew tossed his Farrah Fawcett locks in disgust. He looked over at James gazing intensely at some random contestant. He was touching the girl's shoulder, but Andrew knew that it was all for show. He hated when James did that; flirt with the girls. He supposes that it was better than last year when James flirted with all the boys.
"Jim! Jim Jim Jim! Jim Jim Jim! Jim Jim Jim!"
Whoops! Andrew seemed to have lost his capacity for an inner monologue. James was staring at him appalled. A few twitters from the stunned audience broke through and James' lips twitched. He was trying to suppress a smile. James walked over to him, grin still on his face.
"Drew! Drew Drew Drew! Drew Drew Drew! Drew Drew Drew!" James reached over and tucked a stray lock from his face. James turned towards the audience and introduced the next singer.
While the camera moved over to Ricki-Lee, James leaned over to Andrew and whispered into his ear, "You know what you have to do." He smiled so hard that all his teeth were showing.
Andrew sighed but returned the smile. "You know how much work this takes the stylist?"
"The same stylist who told Paulini to wear that dress?"
"Oh, Bitch!" Andrew ejaculated, laughing despite himself. "Fine, it's gone. You happy?"
"Yes," James quickly stole a kiss before the cameras pan in their direction.
Ficlet 2: Tension By Trille, featuring Boo
"I just think it would help our on screen chemistry."
"That's faulty logic. Besides, I'm not sleeping with you to further my career, Jim."
"Would you sleep with me for the excercise? You are looking a little tubby lately.
Andrew patted his tummy. "You thing I'm fat?" he wobbled.
James settled on the couch, beer bottle nonchalantly hold by the neck. "Television adds 20 pounds, and you're no Cosima you know."
"I'm no Paulini either," Andrew snapped. They both froze at the Paulini reference before realising they were just in Andrew's living room. No live cameras, no outraged talkback. "...Not that Paulini's fat..." Andrew added.
They both looked at each other and burst out laughing, accidently knocking the remote off the table.
"Seriously though, you don't think I'm fat do you?" he asked, bending over on the floor, reaching under the chair for the remote.
"No, you're perfect the way you are...on your knees like that."
"Pervert."
"See? We need to sleep together to get rid of our sexual tension. Everybody can see it."
Andrew gazed up at James from his knees. "Are you crazy? Our sexual tension is what makes us work."
"But too much and we become Mulder and Scully. How about we have a 'jeans on' policy?"
"Umm...because we're no longer 15 and also washing semen out of clothes is a pain."
"Aha! But not a bad idea because you didn't *want* it." James looked smug.
Andrew looked exasperated. "Haven't you been listening? Of course I want it. Why do you think we're so good together?" He started to stand up.
James grabbed his shoulder keeping him at crotch level. Time for the big guns. "Ant and Dec are doing it," he said.
Andrew paused thoughtfully.
"And they're really, really good," James added.
Andrew licked his lips. "They are good," he conceded at last, eyes sliding to look straight at James' groin.
"World wide success," James murmurred seductively. Andrew slowly reached his hand toward James' fly.
"You're very easy to convince, Andy," James said, spreading his legs further and shifting slightly on the sofa.
"Shut up," Andrew said smiling. "Or I'll shut you up," and promptly went down on him.
What Andrew hadn't figured on was that James was a talker.
And now for the naked men bit.
After 45 minutes of waiting, we get started. The first dance was some fishing dance. It was OK. Not great. Was very enjoyable after we started making fun of it.
Trille: The guy on the stage. The tall one. He's got some package there. His groin is moving to the music.
Me: Hehehehe...
Trille: The guy on the stage. The tall one. He's got some package there. His groin is moving to the music.
Attics: Oh god! I can't stop looking at his groin!
Me: Hehehehehe...bouncy groin...
Me: The prop guy looks all lonely. Guess he wasn't good enough to participate. The other boys won't let him play.
Attics: He's kinda hot.
Me: Yeah. That's what I just said. Don't you listen to anything I say?
Watching many people on stage dancing and weilding sticks.
Trille: I predict there's going to be an accident at some point tonight.
Dancing guy knocks another dancing guy on head with his oar - don't ask.
Me: (laughing loudly and clapping) HAHAHAHA!
Guy: *evil glare in my direction*
Trille and Attics: LOL!
After that performance, there was a 20 minute interval where we continued to write our little drabbles.
Ficlet 3: Hair by Boo
(i)
James likes Andrew's hair. He really does. He even liked the mullet Andrew grew a few years back. Most of all, he likes that Andrew is self conscious about it; and James loves his reactions.
“Hey Farrah.”
“Stop it! It’ s the new rage. Fabio said so.”
“Sure, in 1979.”
“I think it looks good,” Andrew replies sulkily.
James smiles slowly.
Andrew hates that smile. He touches his hair. Maybe James was right. Maybe he needed a different look. He’ll give Fabio a call tomorrow. “Was there anything you want Jimmy?”
“No.” James blows him a kiss. “You looked pretty tonight, Rapunzel.”
(ii)
What James doesn't realise is that Andrew would do anything to make him smile. Ever since that stupid Channel V "Who's Hot, Who's Not" poll, James has been a little off. Fuck them, what the hell would little 12 year old girls know anyway?
“Hey, Farrah!” James teases, grinning.
“Stop it! It’s the new rage. Fabio said so.”
“Sure, in 1979.”
“I think it looks good.”
“Was there anything you want Jimmy?”
“No. You looked pretty tonight, Rapunzel.”
Andrew loves seeing James smile. He enjoys the teasing flirtations. He returns the air kiss. Yes, a new hairstyle. He didn’t want their relationship to grow stale.
And now, my personal favourite (not that Trille's fic wasn't fantastic), but Attics is metaphor/analogy queen in this fic.
Ficlet 4: You Make My Heart Go Giddyup by Attics
Dicko had called Andrew's phone 16 times now. The newest media "crisis" was at a head and Andrew was nowhere to be found. It made no sense and the boy wasn't really a hard on to figure out."
He finally gave up and called Mark instead.
Mark piced up six rings later.
"What the hell is going on? Where is everybody?"
"Don't have a cow man, ther's enough love to go around. Peace dude."
"What the hell did you just say?"
"Haven't you ever had a blingley boop type experience where everyone was just sh-yeah, right there, man. It was so beautiful."
"What was beautiful, Mark? Come towards the fucking light man!"
"The commitment ceremony, man."
"What?"
"James and Andrew go married. Didn't you get the memo? It was like a packet of Allens' Jellybabies."
"And what does that mean?"
Mark sighs. "It means it was sweet and colourful. Jesus, Dicko."
Dicko hung up in disgust. He never gets invited to anything.
Next came the dance I call "Le Tigre" - semi naked men and women in faux tiger fur prancing around with sticks and big knives. It was fabulous! Way, way, way good. However, that was just the pretties before the real show, which of course was the capoeira (fight/dance) exhibit. It was amazing.
And then the little kids started and my god, they were so bloody good! I know Cricket says that little 7-10 year olds have very little attention span and is therefore difficult to teach them because they have no real discipline etc... but these kids were amazing. And this is one very dangerous sport. One kid was clearly better than the others. He was about 10(?) and could do all these acrobatics/gymnastics... excellent show.
Then, back to the big boys and girls to show of their thang.
By the end of the show, the gay compere that Trille sexed long time introduced the rest of the dancers. When he got to Attics' boyfriend, we discovered that he was from Malaysia. Do be sure to invite us to the wedding, chica. He then continued to tell us that the main event wasn't actually tonight, all this was preliminaries to the big grading on Sunday outside the Alexander Library.
At this point, I get all excited and cheer wildly. Ooops. Well, I was going to the Pride Fair and would have been in the area to
Trille's Boyfriend: Well, I guess some of you are more excited about that than others.
Room: (Laughing madly)
And then it was all over. We went for icecream and sang "Total Eclipse of the Heart" really loudly and really badly four times.
The End.
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But more than those two - have you noticed the Marty/Courtney/Daniel threesome that's going on? All the jumping on each other and wrestling? 'It's just like an extended school camp!' Yep, and we all know what happens at those! I want MCD RPS!!!!!
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Marty/Courtney/Daniel
A blind man couldn't have missed it. However, my RPS OTP is Andrew/James. It's true love there.
And then at the beginning of the show they were all flirty and all:
A: Some people call me the Disco King, others call me Andrew.
J: Some people call me the Dancing Queen, others call me James. Have you taken a look at me tonight?
A: *gazing intently*
J: (stroking chest)Have you any idea what's under here?
A: *nodding and smiling*
J: That's right, natural fibres.
Yeah, right!
And then the Disco King was boogie-ing all night and *flirting* with Marty. Holding his hand! And James was all jealous.
:::sigh:::
Oh, sorry. What was your question again?