#1 Re: Chris On Screen » The Double » 05 Feb 12 :: 00:00

Just getting this into my local Vid Store smile  CANT WAIT!!

#2 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Birthday Thread » 04 Feb 12 :: 23:39

My parents got hooked on it because I forced them to watch season 1.  *Victory fist punch*

#3 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Birthday Thread » 03 Feb 12 :: 05:45

Haha thanks for the messages smile  Mum and Dad got me JoA s2 for my birthday, so I'm pretty much set for the next week or so tongue

#5 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Birthday Thread » 29 Jan 12 :: 03:33

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Shoutout to my friend that sparked the whole thing for me and my other friend Ashley:  Happy 20th to my friend Kent Clark smile

#8 Re: Introduce Yourself » he look like?! Yola » 28 Dec 11 :: 18:27

Blaaarg, so yeah I started this account but my insane cousin has been using it for herself because she found a sheet of paper in my computer cabinet with my pass on it. Half the stuff that's put on here through my account isn't even me lol.  The fanfic is my cousin's, and I'm pretty sure that whole post yourself thread is too...  Just wanted to clear things up lol.

#9 Re: Fan Fiction » Once Upon a Dream (Chris dreamfic) PG-13 » 18 Oct 11 :: 05:01

Part Four



               Chris's head snapped up from my shoulder and gave a menacing stare to his younger brother.  Mike was a majorly spazzish kid with a hatred of gays, bis, and for some reason Jewish people.  He was also afraid of the Chinese.  He's a weird kid, but he's family. 
             So he was standing there the entire time we had our intimate moment, staring in horror and not blinking.  He made the motion to scuttle away, but Chris shifted a bit in a ready to sprint position. 
   "You."  he growled, and Mikey's eyes got wide.  "Um... Well, I best be off..." Mikey started, but Chris started running at him already.  Mikey's screams rang down the hallway as he sprinted for the back bedroom door, opened it, and closed it swiftly behind him while Chris nearly got to it.  Unfortunately, Chris couldn't get to him before he locked the door.  I ran down the hallway following Chris.  Mike had a phone, and he decided he would call my mom and tell her all about what was going on. 
   "Hello, Mike?"
   "INCESTUOUS FLAMES ARE BURNING IN THE HOUSE!!"  Mikey screamed into the phone.  Chris hit the door at full speed with his shoulder, weakening the hinges but injuring himself.  I coughed and cleared my throat, motioning for him to step aside.  Gladly, and rubbing his injured shoulder, he let me stand in front of the door.  I took a few steps back and roundhouse kicked the door inwards, hearing the hinges break as they swung open.  Mikey screamed in fear and flung the phone, hiding himself behind the bed.  Chris picked up the phone and cleared his throat, stalling until I could talk to my mom.  I caught Mike by the ankle and dragged him out from underneath the bed, fearful noises coming from him while he struggled. 
   "You sit... nice and... tight." I growled, tying him to the bed with the sheets.  His muffled voice came from beneath the thinnest sheet.  I got the phone from Chris and put on my best 'nothing is wrong mother' voice. 
  "Hello?  Mike?  what about incestuous flames?!" my mom yelled from the other end.
"Nothing mom, Mike is being a spaz." I said calmly, Chris was tackling Mike behind me. 
"Well... Alright.  Mike was always a bit off in his head." mom said back, and I laughed a little.  "Just, behave yourselves over there.  No friendly cousin kissing, okay?  I don't care if Elvis said it's okay."

I made a small gagging noise and shuddered.  "Mom, me and Mike are strictly platonic, I can assure you.  Alright.  Bye, mom."  I said softly, and hung up the phone.  I turned to Mike, my facial expression may have rivaled the Devil's.  His eyes got wide, and I think Chris's might have too.  I ripped the sheet off of his mouth and took his hand in mine, holding it gently and inspecting his fingers. 
  "Mikey, I swear, if you EVER, do anything like that EVER again, I will not hesitate in breaking every... last... one of these." I warned, smiling sweetly.  Chris backed up a little bit.  He whimpered and held out a cross in my face.  To be honest it was quite pretty and I nearly was tempted to borrow it from him for my school pictures. 
  "At least I'm not the one playing 'temptress tonsil hockey' with my cousin!" he said coldly, shivering a little.  Chris rolled his eyes.  "Jesus, Mikey,it's not how it looks." he said angrliy, shaking his head. 
  "Then clear my vision, because I can't see anything but incest." Mike countered, holding the cross out in front of both of us again.  Chris looked him in the eye angrily. 

   "Because, Douchey McNitpick, I'm freaking adopted."  he said, and banged his head on the doorframe in frustration.  Mikey raised and eyebrow in skepticism.  "Really Chris?  I'm not an idiot." he sid, scoffing.  I let out a little laugh of exasperation.  Chris turned again and looked at Mike in the eyes again.  "Honestly.  I'm not kidding, I'm adopted Mike."  Mike looked between me and Chris, eyes scrunching in confusion. 
"...That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.  I've known you since I was born."  Mike siad, staring Chris down.  Chris slumped to the floor and threw a yellow piece of notebook paper at Mike.  I saw a lighter peeking out from Chris's pocket.   

  "Okay.  Start of the story, twenty-three years ago.  Jane, or "mom", was expecting her first child.  She didn't have a lot of money, she went to a cheap-o hospital in the slums of town.  October third she had a stillborn son.  Distraught, she decided to claim that another motherless and fatherless child as her own.  The doctors didn't care, they couldn;t take care of it any better than she'd be able to.  The mom of this kid was most likely a prostitute.  No family, no friends, no father for the child.  So Jane decided to take hom ethe boy and name his Christopher.  And here we are, nearly twenty-four years later." he explained. 
Mike stared him down hard, taking in every inch of his facial expressions. 

  "Chris I swear to God if you are lying I will not hesitate in killing you." he said.  Chris motioned to the letter he had given Mikey.
   "It's a letter from Jane to Adam telling him that I'm not his son.  And she isn't my mom.  Enjoy the read."

#10 Re: Fanart » Wallpapers » 18 Oct 11 :: 04:11

Fanboys is definitely my top 1.  No questions asked, cause Linus is like... Thegreatestguyintheflippingworldandilovehimsooooooomuchcausehesliketheperfectguyandhesalsosoawesomecauseheslikeabrotherandiwouldprobablyfollowhimtotheendsoftheearth.  Just saying.  *cough*

#11 Re: Fanart » Wallpapers » 17 Oct 11 :: 22:37

I love all three of them smile  Those are like, my three favorite movies (okay so I can't really choose but they're high up there)

#12 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Birthday Thread » 04 Oct 11 :: 04:59

Happy Birthday Chris and happy birthday to your mom too!!

#15 Re: Fan Fiction » Once Upon a Dream (Chris dreamfic) PG-13 » 21 Sep 11 :: 05:00

Part three!!  I don't knwo how many people are reading this, but hey if I have it on parer its probably going to end up here.  So anyways, on to 3

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              Now we're at my grandma's house after the whole catastrophe.  He helped me get slowly into the living room, and then I sat down lazily on the couch.  He sat down next to me and sighed, looking over as I pulled out a book I had been reading for a few days. 
             "...Are you okay?" he asked.  I looked over at him and nodded, going back to my reading.  Then he asked again a few minutes later.  He had asked me the whole way back from the lake, and every time my answer was always "I'm fine."  It hadn't changed yet.  After a couple of hours he looked at the bandage with a pained expression. 
            "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.  I sighed and let my head fall backwards, closing the book with a slight poof as the pages shut.  "For the thousandth time, yes.  I'm fine." I said.  He smiled sadly at the comment and looked at his hands, messing with the ring on his index finger.  "Well, if I hadn't pissed off those druggies this wouldn't have happened." he said quietly, and looked at my eyes with a kind of far off look.  I smiled a little and nudged him with my shoulder.  "Yeah, and if you hadn't pissed them off and told them no then I think a lot worse than a stab up the leg would have happened." I added.  He shrugged and sighed.  "I still feel responsible.  The least I can do is ask." 
            I laughed and smirked, shaking my head.  "No, the least you can do is kiss my leg and make it all better." I joked, and he looked at me seriously.  "Okay." he said.  He slid off the couch and turned slightly, kissing the bendaged area.  His chocolate brown eyes looked into my pale blue ones and he didn't blink.  "Better?" he asked quietly.  My heart was going a million miles a minute.  "Yeah..." I said, not breaking the gaze.  We sat like that for a while, with him leaned against my legs and me leaning into the couch.  I grabbed the remote, not being able to stand the silence anymore.  "I'm turning it to the radio stations." I muttered, flipping through them quickly.  I heard a song that sounded familiar, and Chris thought so too.  Neither of us remembered where, though.
           "Fair.  By Remy Zero." he snapped his fingers and smiled when he got it right.  I laughed at his excitement.  He turned around and smiled, holding a hand out to me as he stood up.  All 5' 8" of him.  "May I have this dance?" he asked in a horrible british accent, making me laugh immediately upon impact.  I grabbed his hand and he helped me to my feet.  We started to slow dance in the living room.  He started with his hands on the top of my back, and Mine were just resting on his shoulders.  *Hey... Are you lonely?  Summer gone so slowly... But we found the ground and that damage was done... It's cold as you fade into the sun...* I looked at his face, taking in his features like I'd never see him again.  And he did the same with me.  *Where'd you go... to me?* His hands moved to my lower back and I moved mine behind his neck, bringing us a little bit closer.  *But you're alive... Well it's only... Fallen frames they told me.  You stand out... so loud and so what if it is?  It's cold as you face into the wind...* suddenly we seemed a lot closer than we had been just a few short moments ago.  I rested my head on his shoulder and he held me close as I closed my eyes.  I inhaled his scent, smirking a little when I smelled the Axe he was put on this morning.  I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, maybe some of the longing showed in them like they showed in his.  *So what if you catch me, where would we land?  In somebody's life for taking his hands... Sing to me hope as she's thrown on the sand... All of our work is rated again...  Where to go?* Gradually we are close enough to where we can feel each other's breath.  I smile slightly.  "A few hours ago, this would have been so... so wrong." I whispered, and he smirked.  "Yeah... But I still probably would have done it." he said back, winkning.  I made a disgusted face, but he knew I was playing around.  His smooth, rumbly laugh went through my body as it travelled through his. 
                And then we kissed.  Gentle, cautious, innocent.  Like I had always hoped it would be.  I closed my eyes and smiled a little.  Then slowly, it became deeper.  He breathed a little bit quicker as I pulled away a bit.  Then when we started again he begged for entrance, and I granted it carefully.  My hand travelled to the back of his neck and I ran my fingers through the little flipped out hair on the top of his neck.  He pulled me even closer, if it's possible at this point, and pressed his hands into the small of my back.  I could feel his heartbeat against my own.  Quick.  Feverish.  Nervous.  Our lips collided a bit more than we had intended and he pulled back, shutting his eyes tightly and sighing a bit, trying to get control of himself.  I breathed out softly, still trying to wrap my mind around it.  "We... We should stop." he said, panted.  I nodded, just a little dizzy from it all.  I still felt his lips against my own even when they weren't there.  He opened his eyes and looked at me, smiling a bit.  I returned the smile with a beaming one of my own, and hugged him tightly.  Then I looked at the reflection in the glass door behind us, and stopped my smiling.  "Chris... Mike is here."

#16 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Chris's Birthday 2011 » 19 Sep 11 :: 22:45

Got it.  I'm sending it out tomorrow, so it should get there by.... *looks around while pointlessly counting fingers* It's going out from Illinois, so it shouldn't be that long I think...

#17 Re: Fanart » Paste your face challenge anyone? » 18 Sep 11 :: 23:06

Coolio smile  Granted this picture of me is from a couple years ago... Not my best one... *shifty eye shifty eye*..... *hides in corner*

#19 Re: Fanart » Paste your face challenge anyone? » 16 Sep 11 :: 02:27

I used Sumopaint.com, and then I touched it up in photoimpression 5... It can also be doen (very carefully) in Windows Paint.  I felt so amazed when I discovered you can do this, and I literally leaped out of my seat and was like "OMG YOU CAN ACTUALLY DO THAT?!" I was working on a banner for my friend XD

#20 Fanart » Paste your face challenge anyone? » 14 Sep 11 :: 05:07

The challenge is simple:
Find a picture of Chris that you like.  Paste yourself into said picture, and put it here.

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#22 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Randomness » 28 Aug 11 :: 21:42

Awwwwww.  Kitties make me smile until my cheeks hurt lol smile

#23 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Sharp dressed or rolled outta bed? » 28 Aug 11 :: 21:36

I have that picture as the background on my phone xD

#24 Re: Fanart » Chris drawings and paintings » 26 Aug 11 :: 21:42

:blush:

haha I tried drawing Keith the other day, I kinda faaaaailed....

#25 Re: Off Topic Stuff » Sharp dressed or rolled outta bed? » 26 Aug 11 :: 21:39

Chris is one of the ONLY guys I like as rolled outta bed lol.  and that Tribeca premier is one of my FAVORITE pics here on the site XD

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