Because I really *needed* to write more stories...

Oh dear. Oh. Dear. Oh dearohdearohdear.

This is the link to yet another challenge community, this time with a very definite difference. Tentacles. And Apocalypse. And Spies. And whatever. Weird shit. The wtf27 community is all about the crackfic, and we all know what a wonderful thing crackfic is. I urge you to sign up.

Altogether prettier and more compassable is onceuponaremix, the fairytale popslash challenge. A neat idea and a very pretty community! Go see!

Right. Now I make an INSANITY icon. But while I have no INSANITY icon, you may admire the adorable li'l dragon I got from ephemera_pop. Hee! Dragons Rule.

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My Beast is restored to me. Cuddles are no longer rationed!

On the way to sunny Luton airport (well, there was a delicate and lovely sunset in the sky, does that count?) I was listening to The Full Monty cast recording. Doubtless there is not a soul on my friends list who has seen 'The Full Monty' - I speak of the musical, not of the film. You missed out! Bun and I went twice - first time was with the menfolk, second was with my best friend in London. It was a delight. Also, naked men.

Well. I was, as I say, listening to the songs, and mentally picturing the cast. Despite my strenuous desire to hear JC Chasez sing the immortal lines:

You're a man, and that's a bonus
'Cause when you're swinging your cojones
You'll show 'em what testosterone is
'Cause you're a boot-wearing, beer-drinking, Chevy-driving man

...I cannot sparkly-cast the show with *Nsync. Lance just won't fit. But Backstreet... perfect!

We have Brian as the lead, the divorced dad with a kid he adores, who comes up with the scheme to strip for money. He cajoles his best friend, Nick (not fat, but the only one plausible in the role), into joining him in this insane venture. The helpless little guy who still lives at home with his mother and tries to commit suicide is Howie, so Brian and Nick have a marvellous time gleefully coming up with new ways to die ("Ooh, let's get a club!"). Kevin is, obviously, the sometime foreman who knows ballroom dancing and sings the bass line. And AJ is the guy with the, hmm, impressive credentials, who sings with Howie at the funeral, also the one who gets down on his knees at the front of the stage in the final number to croon "Did I capture your imagination?" and then Nick sings "You can play me like a Stratocaster", and then Brian bounds out to join them and there is much rejoicing and they all strip.

I can't help but visualise a big black bodyguard as 'Horse', belting out:

I'm what your sister and your mama's always thinking of,
I take up eight whole chapters in the book of love...

Also in the cast, as the shapely, thrustingly cheesy and cheerfully gay stripper in the opening moments, the newly-chiselled Lance Bass.

Okay, so nobody cares. Bun? Am I right?