they're gonna find intelligent life up there on the moon

[candle_beck]

i can't tell you how many times i tried to write this thing. i got no faith in my state of mind, nothing to trust. and i keep wanting to write stuff that is nothing but filth. but whatevs.

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[nyychick23513]

beck, duuuuude.

Crosby didn’t get all that much sleep, but it was okay, because he was awake to see the sunlight crawl across the bed and wind around Mulder’s hand, which was curled on Crosby’s chest like a cat, and Crosby kept thinking that this was what he’d been missing.

the imagery there got me, man.

nothing but love here. enjoyed this immensely, as always.

[belle1446]

My fave lines:
...and Crosby’s whole body slick with sweat, and when Mulder said to him conversationally, “listen, I think I’m gonna fuck you pretty soon. Like, sometime in the next few minutes. So, don’t be alarmed,” it wasn’t like Crosby had any choice. His ability to say no to Mulder had run off without even leaving a note. It was probably in Bolivia by now.

*squee*

first in supersoaker war, first in peace.

[brushback]

They played Halo all day, and Mulder didn’t shoot him once.

Which is such an utterly and completely and wonderfully boy reason to fall in love with someone. rallyvisor and I had a discussion a while back about how well you write boys, and I think about it everytime I read one of your fics. Cinnamon Toast Crunch! Making out in the back of the car! MULDER HAVING A DUSTBUSTER IN THE BACK SEAT OF HIS CAR <3333333.

The only comment I'd make is that maybe because I bought into Crosby's full-body adoration of Mulder so much, I can't quite reconcile the Bobby of the August section in the beginning to the Bobby of the September lobby callup stuff. Sure, the Bobby of the late-August stuff wants a do-over and has these pained moments, but he reads like he's in the middle of successfully distancing himself.

The Bobby of September, on the other hand, seems to be still really, really involved and, more importantly, want to be really, really involved. He decides, in the end, that he doesn't want to be involved anymore, but I have difficulty thinking

Re: first in supersoaker war, first in peace.

[candle_beck]

boys are easy, man. give them sugared cereal and supersoakers and they'll be entertained for days. my little brother just asked the 'rents for an online poker account for his birthday, because apparently he can't lose enough money just playing his buddies for nickels. i've literally seen him go whole weekends eating nothing but fruit-by-the-foots and playing xbox live. my other brother surfs and plays the guitar and is totally looking forward to being brother-in-law to teh zeet. basically, i grew up with the boyest of boys and now all this is like instinct.

and yeah, i can feelya on teh comment. this is why i don't really like deadlines. i wasn't utterly thrilled with this, not because of what you said specifically (i'm not that bright), but just the end kinda bugged. i had to post though, obviously, already late in my ways.

writing about mulder is depressing, yo! i think i'm taking this whole thing much harder than i originally thought. it's like a delayed reaction or someth.

[littlestclouds]

i'm going to take my time to read this over a second time, and more carefully before reviewing.

my brain works in mysterious ways. it is not to be questioned. right.

[arsenicxcyanide]

x) LOVE YOUR STUFF.

My friend shows me all of your work. I write slash, too.... not fanfics... but slash.

So as one writer to another... *snaps fingers*

A beatnik salute.

[candle_beck]

thanks, yo. i snap back in your general direction. we beatniks gots ta stick together.