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Title: Gravity

Author: interpretthis

Fandom: TDK

Pairing: Joker/Batman

Rating: R

Warnings: Spoilers, sexual situations, blood, language, fun!

Summary: It only takes Batman a week to get caught and thrown in Arkham, the Joker’s parting laugh still ringing against the base of his skull as they process him for confinement.

Notes: For the Batman Kink Meme, with the prompt:

Pairing: Batman/Joker
Kink: "Batman: You'll be in a padded cell forever.
The Joker: Maybe we can share one.
"
HMM. What do you think they'd get up to, dear Anons?

 

               

                 It only takes Batman a week to get caught and thrown in Arkham, the Joker’s parting laugh still ringing against the base of his skull as they process him for confinement.

 

                “All it takes is a little push.”

 

                They throw him in with the Joker on purpose.  Of course they do.  In the end, few humans hesitate to give others that fateful push, not when it earns them a laugh and a pat on the back.   His eyes are brighter than Bruce has ever seen them.  He’s taken aback by the clean, makeup-free face and stumbles over his own socked feet as the heavy door closes behind him.  Behind them.

 

                “Bruuuuuuuuce Wayne.  Brucecakes.  Batsy.  Brucey.  Rich, dumb, and pretty – quelle surprise!”  The Joker gives a vicious little eye roll and crosses his ankles, his mismatched, multicolored socks now white.  Bruce steps carefully over his outstretched legs and sinks down against the lightly padded wall, eyes trailing from floor (white) to ceiling (white), to door (white) and finally to the Joker, who is so completely washed-out and dumbed down in comparison to his usual purple, green and red self he may as well match the rest of the room.  His flyaway blond hair though, still tinged with green, is a sweet and unexpectedly welcome reprieve of color.  Bruce is surprised by the man’s utter…normality.  He’s years younger than he would have guessed.  Only the warped, puckered corners of his mouth hint at the mind beneath.  His eyes are dark and loaded, as if daring Bruce to comment on his stripped, whitewashed identity.

 

                Bruce just watches.  There’s nothing to say.  Nothing to do, no one to save, no justice left to serve.  In here they are the same.

 

                The Joker glances to the door, then lets his eyes dance over to his wriggling toes.

 

                “So are you surprised the great Gotham turned on you?” He cocks his head to the side and sweeps his eyes over to Bruce.  Bruce is struck by how captivating they are now that the custom horrorsuit and garish face paint are gone.  He pauses before answering, mulling over his words.

 

                “Not at all.  To them I am a murderer and they have done the right thing.  Gotham has only fulfilled the promise of Batman, to bring justice where justice is needed.   They have saved everything by condemning me.”

 

                “Yeahhhhhhhhh.”  The Joker flicks at an invisible speck on his white pant leg, a smirk twisting his unpainted lips.  “I suppose I did sc-rew things up for you.”

 

                Bruce gives a noncommittal shrug and leans back against the wall, closing his eyes.

 

                The silence does not last long.

 

                “Destiny, what did I tell you?”  Bruce hears the Joker scoot closer, the rough fabric of his uniform hissing against the rubbery floor.  I’m here because of you, you’re here because of me.  Something in that great mind of yours must be able to appreciate that.”

 

                Bruce cocks an eyebrow.  “Great mind?”

 

                “Only great minds end up here.”

 

                Bruce is unsure whether by “here” he means Arkham or alive in the presence of the Joker for an extended period of time.  He feels the Joker’s hip against his own as he inches closer.  The man is bony beneath the thick white fabric.  He feels fragile.  There is a warm weight against Bruce’s shoulder.  When the Joker next speaks, his voice is close and his jaw works softly against Bruce’s shirt.

 

                “You must be feeling very conflicted.  Bruce.  Batman.  Just who are you?  Who are you?  You march in here in your new white suit, the protector of Gotham’s soul, ready to be locked – locked – up with its breathing laughing laughing down. fall.  Noble to the end.  Valiant.  A crusader.

 

                “Out there you could try to be two.  Bruce.  Batman.  But this place changes everything.

 

                Bruce flinches softly as the Joker’s fingers rub at his chest, pressing into his sternum.

 

                “Whose heartbeat is this?  Hmm?”  The Joker rolls his head back, stretching, tipping its crown into the hollow of Bruce’s shoulder, a soft smile curving his lips.

 

                “Bruce. Wayne. Doesn’t. Exist.  Not anywhere, not here.  And in here,” his head rolls back into place, shifting against Bruce’s shoulder.  His hand falls from Bruce’s chest to land on his thigh with a loud thwack.  “Batman can’t exist.”

 

                He lets his words hang in the air, sighing, shifting closer to Bruce in the brightness.

 

                It’s a few long minutes - or perhaps a few short hours – before that high, pliant voice works its way against the grain of silence once more.  Bruce feels the warmth leave his shoulder, feels large eyes boring into his head.

 

                “Don’t expect to get used to the white.  It’s unnaaa-tu-ruull.”  His fingers crawl up Bruce’s neck and clutch at his jaw.  Bruce takes a sharp breath, unmoving.  So far unresponsiveness has done him well.

 

                “We’ve no violet, no forest green, no deeeeeep blue.” His tone hits a low growl.  “Just the knowledge of our black hearts squelching in our chests and the crimson -” he bites the bumpy inside of his cheek, desperate to draw blood, groaning softly – “oohhhhh the red, sloshing beneath the surface.  Set to overflow.  Made to come. free.”  He wrenches Bruce’s head to the side, letting out a quick sigh of pleasure at the sound of protesting joints, aching bones.

 

                Look at me. 

 

                Bruce wrests his jaw from the Joker’s grip and trains his dark gaze on the pale face, his eyes guarded, protesting against the sudden brightness.  The other man is close, his face trembling, his breath hot on Bruce’s face.

 

                “You. belong. to. me.  Out there -” he waves his hands at the door, eyes fixed and bright, unhinged, never darting from Bruce’s face, “out there there are others.  People.  Forming a great, tangled web you can weave yourself into and lose yourself in.  People to protect you, people to harass you, people to keep you alive, people to lend you purpose.” His voice sinks deep on the last word, his lips going slack, eyes glassy.  He reaches out, snatching at Bruce’s shirt to pull him close, and Bruce lets him.  “Out there we make. each other.  I play off you – feed off you – and you come back again and again because my heart still sings in my chest – because you let it, againandagainandagain.” The Joker slides into Bruce’s lap, pressing him into the wall with clutching hands and manic eyes.  “But the people – your web, your web, your spider – they eat you alive, they suck your precious blood, they steal your purpose and your face collapses with your mask.  Let it die, let it die, they let it die, they let you die.” The Joker’s lips ghost over Bruce’s as he speaks, almost accidentally, his words a frenzy of heat.  “In here there is no one to protect you and no one to make you but me.  And there is nothing to stop us anymore.  Nothing.

 

                Bruce doesn’t know who starts the kiss.  Doesn’t know why or when or how but the Joker’s hands are cradling his head in a vice grip and his cracked lips are chafing hungrily at Bruce’s, his tongue striking out fiercely, forcing Bruce to respond or choke.  Bruce’s mind freezes as he tries to jerk his head back into the wall, tries to do something useful with his boneless hands, shudders violently against the thick web engulfing his mind and ends up pressing his hips up into the Joker’s somewhere between oh my and god.

 

                The Joker bites at Bruce’s lip, hard, drawing thin, tangy blood that runs over their lips and melds its way into their frantic kiss like melted butter.

 

                “Fuck.”

 

                Their lips slip apart and their hips jut together.  Bruce grinds his teeth, angry splotches of light bursting against his eyelids as he squeezes them shut.  The Joker’s breath flushes over his tense neck in choked, erratic waves.

 

                The brightness bursts, jagged weightless diamonds swimming in Bruce’s head, disappearing into the dark web one by one by one.  His head lolls precariously between his shoulders.  One of the Joker’s scars sears against his neck.  Their chests rise and fall unevenly.  Bruce feels blood drying on his lips, down his chin.  He feels heavy, too heavy for oxygen to force its way in and out, for his heart to pump on and on and on againandagainandagain, too heavy for the white padded floor of Arkham Asylum to hold him up, hold him in.

 

                There is nothing to say.

 

                Nothing to do.

 

                The lights click off, drenching the white in a blackness so deep and complete he doubts there is anything beyond it.  No people.  No world, inching along day by day outside thick walls and bars and locks, the Batman gone from their hearts and minds and streets.

 

                There is a heartbeat, there in the darkness.  Against his chest.  There is breath against his shoulder and the press of ribbed, contorted skin against his neck and blood in his mouth.

 

                Just a little push.

 

                All it takes.

 

                Gravity is infallible.  Constant.  Truly incorruptible.

 

Something you’ll never be.



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Date: 2008-08-04 08:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crunchycheezit.livejournal.com
Gods! I know it's a oneshot, but any chance of continuing? Love love love the scenario and the way you wrote it! Joker knows Arkham so well by now (unfortunately for him ;)), so you get this bitterness from him--his excitement at not being alone. Someone to play with...

Anyway, whether you continue or not, fantastic job. Write more for DN!

Date: 2008-08-05 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Oh, continuing, continuing. Now that you've mentioned it it does seem like a good idea, but then again they all do at the time. For now I'm going to say no, because I am the master of EPIC FAIL when it comes to WIPs, and because I'm leaving on a two-week vacation tomorrow which would kind of kill things. But it's always possible!

Thanks so very much! *hugs*

Date: 2008-08-04 09:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] irisbleufic.livejournal.com
It's just dizzy enough to be either reality or a mad fantasy. Thank you; this'll see me off to the hospital this morning a little more distracted!

Date: 2008-08-05 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Hospital? As pleased as I am that my fic distracted you from this madness, I do hope you're alright! *hugs*

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Date: 2008-08-04 09:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kristianityy.livejournal.com
Uhh. Wow.
Has anyone told you that you're the Goddess Of Awesome Fanfics?
Because you so totally are.
Yeah. My communication skills have flown out the window.

Date: 2008-08-05 05:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
I must say that's a new one! XD

Thank you very much, I do hope they choose to fly back!

Date: 2008-08-04 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladymidath.livejournal.com
I loved this, you caught the Batman/Joker dynamic perfectly. :-)

Date: 2008-08-05 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you! :)

Date: 2008-08-04 12:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] avidlydelicious.livejournal.com
:D

I'm grinning like an idiot at this. This is awesome! Really, you've put something poetic in here with the againandagainandagain and how Bruce going over to the Joker's side in this makes sense. Plus I'm a real sucker for that line/prompt, so I was won over with that. You executed it perfectly! The Joker - without makeup! - is especially wonderful. The characters are spot on. Lovely. :D

Date: 2008-08-05 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I was rather fond of the prompt myself (obviously), and makeupless!Joker has grown on me so much. At first it just seems wrong and unnatural, but once you realize it's the mind beneath that matters I think things click into place nicely. :)

Date: 2008-08-04 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashley-massacre.livejournal.com
This was simply wonderful, very descriptive.

I wish you would continue this, it's really good.

Date: 2008-08-05 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you! I probably won't continue it (I will be sans-computer for two weeks starting tomorrow), but I'll definitely think about it! :)

Date: 2008-08-04 02:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] omgrun.livejournal.com
WOW!!!! OMG!
The joker's dialouge....and the whiteness... and describing his eyes and his socks... I LOVE IT!
Please write more!
If not to this story, make us SOME MORE.

Date: 2008-08-05 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
:D
Thank you!
Though this fic will probably end here, THERE WILL BE MORE TDK! I promise. ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 02:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teithiwr.livejournal.com
Oh my, this is utterly brilliant. I've been wary of reading Joker/Batman (because twisted, yikes!), but this, this was awesome. You've captured the Joker's voice so very well, I can hear him in your words. The description, vivid bordering on madness, is just wonderful.

Date: 2008-08-05 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! It's always nice to know I haven't scared first-timers off. :)

vivid bordering on madness
And this? I love.

Date: 2008-08-04 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/violet_light_/
Ah, wow! I absolutely loved that! You write, and capture characters, settings and everything so incredibly well! When I first started reading, I was having a difficult time with makeup-less Joker, because it seems like without the makeup he's just ordinary, but you are right. Only the warped, puckered corners of his mouth hint at the mind beneath. :)

And for some reason. I think it may be the timing, or just the simplicity of the sentence. But my favourite line in the whole story was this: There is a heartbeat, there in the darkness.

Anyways, you totally blew me away! :D

Date: 2008-08-05 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
I was having a difficult time with makeup-less Joker, because it seems like without the makeup he's just ordinary
I had such a hard time getting used to that at first -- I felt like he was less of the Joker without all the pomp, but I quickly realized the fact that he was still himself underneath was really all that mattered. Plus - http://film-book.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/joker2.jpg - GUH. You know? ;)

And I'm so very glad that line worked for you - it was one of those I wanted to write so badly but wasn't completely sure about, so reassurance is most lovely!

Thank you very much! ♥

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Date: 2008-08-04 03:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mayphoenix.livejournal.com
The entire paragraph beginning with "You. belong. to. me." was just poetic perfection. I love how lyrical your Joker is in choice of words, how cobra-seductive in his manner of snaking up to and around Bruce, coiling into him until they're all twisted up together in that primal mating dance. Mmmmmm! *sighs contentedly*

Beautifully written in its entirity, deliciously dark despite the constant reference to how whitewhitewhite everything is...but then, white is the absence of color, of life (think in terms of a corpse, skin chalky white). Bruce and Joker are both dead to the world in Arkham, but very much alive for each other, and that's just...so appropriate.

And sexy. You don't need to go into a detailed fuck scene to be erotic as all hell, and I like that about this story because just what you have here made my stomach quiver and my breath short with sympathetic excitement.

I look forward to more of your writing. You are, so far, the best Batman(Bruce)/Joker author I've found.

Date: 2008-08-05 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Gah! Thank you so very much, that was my absolute favorite paragraph to write (you know - fingers flying madly, mind rambling over itself in an effort to get it all out), so I'm thrilled it was just as good to read (and ended up readable at all).

And about the smut -- I tend to alternate between said detailed fuck scenes and the subtle ones like this (it's all about the mood I'm in), but I tend to feel volumes better about myself after finishing a brand of the latter. So I'm glad it's appreciated on both ends. ;)

I certainly look forward to writing more! ♥

T-T It is sad that.....

Date: 2008-08-04 03:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mahala-ac.livejournal.com
you will not update this sparkling jewel to make it into a glorious necklace of oh so dark&yummy chappies! This is WAY too good to gather the One-Shot dust! ^-~

Re: T-T It is sad that.....

Date: 2008-08-05 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
*feels guilty after such a lovely metaphor*

Well...so far WIP status is a no, but my mind has been known to change...

Glad you liked it! ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrspiccoloswife.livejournal.com
Oh my GOD! You're amazing. My head is spinning! I love the premise, and you executed it very very well. Your descriptions are phenomenal, especially about how WHITE everything is. You have created something fantastic! I hope to read more from you, because you are a fabulous writer!

Date: 2008-08-05 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I certainly plan to write tons more! ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 04:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] batsyx.livejournal.com
not only was this hot but the way you write the Joker was just brilliant. i can totally see and hear him say those words to Bruce. great work!

Date: 2008-08-05 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you! Positive Joker characterization has been riding #1 on my list of Awesome Compliments for a few weeks, so I'm very very glad it worked. :)
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Date: 2008-08-05 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
*blushes*
Thank you! ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iammeanttolive.livejournal.com
I love this! This was brilliant. I want more. :D

Date: 2008-08-05 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
OH MY GOD, YOUR ICON. One of the few (seriously, like two or three) things I have ever *truly* LOL'D at. I could not stop. For at least a minute. So distracting. And perfect. And GAH.

But anyway (XD), thank you so very much for your lovely comment!
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Date: 2008-08-05 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thanks very much! I haven't read too many (actually possibly only one -- [livejournal.com profile] irisbleufic's piece of lyrical genius), so I'm glad to know it worked out well. ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seraphitta.livejournal.com
What can I say that hasn't been said? Beautiful writing, your joker is indeed very poetic, insane, yet makes a whole lotta sense (and I'm kinda scared that I think that). How can Brucey resist?

Oh please, please, add more to this. It's far too good to be a one-shot, and we are greedy and hungry.

Date: 2008-08-05 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
yet makes a whole lotta sense (and I'm kinda scared that I think that)
Ah, just give into it and everything will be better. ;)

Gah, I feel so guilty about all you greedy and hungry people. I wasn't planning on continuing, but as well all know plans are for losers anyway. ;) We shall see. And thank you! ♥

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Date: 2008-08-04 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tentaclees.livejournal.com
wonderful fic~

Date: 2008-08-05 06:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you! ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tyleet27.livejournal.com
You have this wonderful gift for making the fucked up and the twisted seem touching and nearly romantic, without taking away an ounce of the fucked up or the twisted. It's there in the (fabulous) physicality of the piece, it's there in the wonderfully IC dialog, and it's there in the writing itself. How else would this line have worked so FUCKING BEAUTIFULLY?

There is a heartbeat, there in the darkness. Against his chest. There is breath against his shoulder and the press of ribbed, contorted skin against his neck and blood in his mouth.

Especially since it followed this line:

“Bruce. Wayne. Doesn’t. Exist. Not anywhere, not here. And in here,” his head rolls back into place, shifting against Bruce’s shoulder. His hand falls from Bruce’s chest to land on his thigh with a loud thwack. “Batman can’t exist.”

But the best line here? Is honestly prolly this one:

“Out there we make. each other. I play off you – feed off you – and you come back again and again because my heart still sings in my chest – because you let it, againandagainandagain.”

Because. Damn. HOW MORE RIGHT ON CAN YOU BE.

Date: 2008-08-05 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
You have this wonderful gift for making the fucked up and the twisted seem touching and nearly romantic, without taking away an ounce of the fucked up or the twisted.
*is more pleased by this comment than should be allowed*
I love the struggle with this pairing - the challenge of balancing between the two forces, of reaching a believable dynamic with elements of both.

So just a general great big: THANK YOU! Your comment to me is like chaos to the Joker. ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 07:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] piratehatter.livejournal.com
awh poo you beat me to it! i noticed that line the second time i saw Dark Knight and I've been writing... well a more indepth version.

but i'm glad that I wasn't alone on this :D

Date: 2008-08-05 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Hey, the more the merrier! I look forward to reading your interpretation. :)

Date: 2008-08-04 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fma-obsessie.livejournal.com
I absolutely relished every little psychological nuance in here. Plain smut alone pales in comparison.

I could make a list of things I fell in love with in this story- all the little motifs, the dialogue, the utter believability of it. If you do leave this as a one-shot, I at least hope that you'll write more on this pairing. Please. Please do.

Date: 2008-08-05 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Oh fear not -- this pairing is my life right now and I do not plan on changing that any time soon. ;)

Thank you so very much for your lovely comment! ♥

Date: 2008-08-04 08:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bloodonmyfangs.livejournal.com
I am so in love with your writing. This effortlessly played out in my head as I read it... and I like to think that if at some point they did end up sharing that padded cell, it would go exactly like this.

Also, this? “You. belong. to. me. [...] “In here there is no one to protect you and no one to make you but me. And there is nothing to stop us anymore. Nothing.”

YESSSS.

Date: 2008-08-05 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! :)

Date: 2008-08-05 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] graewolf.livejournal.com
Holy sheet. Came back to Live Journal after a year away, all because I suspected there would be Batman/Joker slash, and I found this. Wow. Love it! Would you mind if I Friended you? I don't post often, but I come to the community to read fan fics every now and then...

Date: 2008-08-05 06:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Heheh, nothing like hot, crazed man sexing to draw one back to LJ! I'm glad you liked it, and you may most certainly friend! The more bat(slash)friends the better. :)

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Date: 2008-08-05 01:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flwrpwr-vampyre.livejournal.com
This is so wonderfully creepy. I just love the way you captured the Joker's voice, 's fantastic.

Date: 2008-08-05 06:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you! ♥

Date: 2008-08-05 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vivid-honey.livejournal.com
That was fantastic and I join everyone in the call for more ^_^

Date: 2008-08-05 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] interpretthis.livejournal.com
Thank you! ♥ I'm still trying to ignore that call, but it's getting more difficult by the second. ;)
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