For All The '90s Girls Who Were Team JC Chasez
For the girl who has everything, I give you JC: still hot.
Let me take you back to a time when studded denim and frosted tips were EVERYTHING, a magical time called, ~The '90s.~
You remember it well, because that's when you met the man (and turtleneck) who would cause your sexual awakening.
In 1995, the heavens parted, angels sang a high note, and NSYNC was formed.
The gelled hair of JC Chasez came into your life, and life was FUCKING GREAT.
This was you, basically every single day.
And here's why JC Chasez was, without a doubt, the best member of NSYNC to fall in love with:
Because JC was the hottest folder to carry around in your Jansport backpack.
He fucking OWNED the weird, shiny, plastic suit look.
He OWNED that shit.
And this photo (along with many, MANY others) covered the walls of your bedroom and lulled you to sleep at night.
Yes, stare into my eyes with your bluer, better-lookinger eyes. YES, A THOUSAND TIMES, YES.
He was the only member of NSYNC who was sophisticated enough to rock a sensible turtleneck.
But he also looked fantastic in a sensible sleeveless number.
The one who wasn't afraid to be goofy!
And, I mean, clearly he was the leader of the group: He knew how to stand out!
The mere THOUGHT of being in the same room with JC during a concert was enough to make you ugly cry.
And if you ever got to see him in concert, you'd count down the day, hour, minute, second, until your parents told you to calm the fuck down.
And actually seeing JC hump the stage during a concert made you scream so loudly that to this day you can't hear certain pitches.
His ombre shades were SO. FUCKING. COOL. that you bought a pair too.
Like, his shade game was just so on point.
And you saved up enough to buy the Christmas album so you could hang the CD sleeve art on your wall.
THIS tongue thing made you blackout from happiness.
And sure, JC made some questionable hair choices.
And facial hair choices...
... sigh. And fashion choices.
While other times it seemed like he was channeling Bono.
NO MATTER! Because your love of JC goes beyond the physical.
His dancing (and more importantly, THRUSTING) gave you life.
As did his pantomiming!
And, yes, OK, it was MOSTLY physical for you, because he's HAF*. (*hot as fuck)
Like, Lance had to throw so much shade because he just seriously couldn't handle the HAFery.
And guess what: JC is still HAF.
Like, hello sleeveless tee, let me fall into your loving arms.
Or let me watch you pose on stage at the mother effing VMAs.
Oh, you're older, wiser, and more sophisticated now, so you hang out with badasses, like Patrick Stewart?!
OK, well, my fellow TEAM JC fans: I think we can rest our case now.
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