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crack_van2008-01-30 02:15 pm
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This World A Hunting Is by LC (R)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lynn, Justin/Lynn, Justin/JC
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lcsbanana
Author Website: L.C.'s Banana
Why this must be read: I can't even explain the brilliance of this fic. It's sort of a Justin-is-trailer-trash AU, only it's so much more than that. There's a kind of weight and mysticism to the whole thing that gives me shivers. Brilliantly and beautifully written, and dark in a way that's more creepy and realistic than most dark popslash I've read. Justin's relationship with his mom really is this messed up in my mind, and it's sort of like the author took everything gross and messed up that I've ever thought about them and wrote it down into a gorgeous story about trying to escape the chains of your history. Not to be cliche about it or anything. It's sort of like Waiting for Godot in a trailer park fever dream.
Momma is inside in the dark. Justin used to sit next to her when she cried and he stroked her shoulders and her hair, if she didn't have a wet cloth on her forehead, and he kissed her fingers. Not anymore though, because she has Chris now, and Justin has always understood that he's just standing in. He knows she needs Chris, same like she needed Joe, and Jimmy before him. Before Jimmy Justin can't remember.
His life is run according to the weather and according to the names of those men. They have all been good to him. He knows that it more often goes the other way. Britney who is his friend told him about her momma's men. She and Justin sat by the brown stream, in the punch-dent under the bank, where it looks like somebody'd spooned out a spoonful of dirt just big enough for two people to sit all hunched up.
Britney said that the men touched her and made her hurt. They touched her legs, she showed him where. Here and here and here. Justin looked and saw skin like the inside of a dead dog. Britney lives close by and he can hear her momma's men at night, sometimes, the words they yell.
Chris doesn't yell like that and Justin always remembers to give thanks to God and to Jesus for giving his momma a man who doesn't hurt them. Justin's very careful with his giving thanks. He keeps a list of names. The names are Momma, Chris, Joe and Jimmy too because they were good before they were gone, Britney and Britney's momma, all the babies in the world, except he really means in the township because he can't fairly expect God to bless somebody Justin hasn't even ever seen.
Two weeks ago he took out the paper and the half-pencil, all stubby now, and wrote "JC" at the bottom. The prayer he says for JC is just the same, please God bless him keep him good and safe, but Justin knows he's lying because what he's truly been thinking is, please God bring him back. That's bad, to lie to God, and worse even to do it for such a selfish thing. But he can't stop asking for it, every night. Please God bring him back here.
link: This World A Hunting Is
Pairing: Chris/Lynn, Justin/Lynn, Justin/JC
Author on LJ:
lcsbananaAuthor Website: L.C.'s Banana
Why this must be read: I can't even explain the brilliance of this fic. It's sort of a Justin-is-trailer-trash AU, only it's so much more than that. There's a kind of weight and mysticism to the whole thing that gives me shivers. Brilliantly and beautifully written, and dark in a way that's more creepy and realistic than most dark popslash I've read. Justin's relationship with his mom really is this messed up in my mind, and it's sort of like the author took everything gross and messed up that I've ever thought about them and wrote it down into a gorgeous story about trying to escape the chains of your history. Not to be cliche about it or anything. It's sort of like Waiting for Godot in a trailer park fever dream.
Momma is inside in the dark. Justin used to sit next to her when she cried and he stroked her shoulders and her hair, if she didn't have a wet cloth on her forehead, and he kissed her fingers. Not anymore though, because she has Chris now, and Justin has always understood that he's just standing in. He knows she needs Chris, same like she needed Joe, and Jimmy before him. Before Jimmy Justin can't remember.
His life is run according to the weather and according to the names of those men. They have all been good to him. He knows that it more often goes the other way. Britney who is his friend told him about her momma's men. She and Justin sat by the brown stream, in the punch-dent under the bank, where it looks like somebody'd spooned out a spoonful of dirt just big enough for two people to sit all hunched up.
Britney said that the men touched her and made her hurt. They touched her legs, she showed him where. Here and here and here. Justin looked and saw skin like the inside of a dead dog. Britney lives close by and he can hear her momma's men at night, sometimes, the words they yell.
Chris doesn't yell like that and Justin always remembers to give thanks to God and to Jesus for giving his momma a man who doesn't hurt them. Justin's very careful with his giving thanks. He keeps a list of names. The names are Momma, Chris, Joe and Jimmy too because they were good before they were gone, Britney and Britney's momma, all the babies in the world, except he really means in the township because he can't fairly expect God to bless somebody Justin hasn't even ever seen.
Two weeks ago he took out the paper and the half-pencil, all stubby now, and wrote "JC" at the bottom. The prayer he says for JC is just the same, please God bless him keep him good and safe, but Justin knows he's lying because what he's truly been thinking is, please God bring him back. That's bad, to lie to God, and worse even to do it for such a selfish thing. But he can't stop asking for it, every night. Please God bring him back here.
link: This World A Hunting Is