A lesson I will never learn

[aredblush]

Hi flist, I've been a horrible flister and for that I apologize, but I would like to cast half the blame on inception_kink, which has eaten my brain and sucked my soul and is still holding me hostage.
I tried to resist, I promise! But it was all too shiny and beautiful and happy making and then I read Flannel: a Love Story and you know how much I love hats and I was so charmed and suddenly this happened /o\



Also, I CAN CONFIRM THAT JGL'S FACE IS THE HARDEST THING TO DRAW! It is pretty much impossible for me to get it right! I tried and tried and tried and either it doesn't look like JGL, or it looks like a 40-yo-JGL. *stabs sketchbook* I foresee so much practicing (...'cause I may have signed up as an artist for the inception big bang. What was I thinking?!)


Anyway, HI NEW FANDOM! I ♥ YOU A LOT!

And hey, Fun Fact: the movie has not come out yet here. Behold the power of this fandom \o/

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[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Practice! I mean, no! I am cruel to be kind! You forced my hand!

OMG ARTHUR IS SUCH A BOY MAKE HIM STOP FOR REAL

I WILL ACCEPT YOUR PLAY, YES. AND ALSO THAT COOKIE YOUR ICON IS OFFERING ME. SO ADORABLE!




There's no real moment, when it finally happens. Just Arthur, tired from too many late nights with too many cold research notes, and Eames, grinning, holding a cup of lukewarm coffee and wearing what is probably the ugliest shirt in existence. Arthur laughs, and rubs at his eyes, and laughs some more, because whatever that monstrosity is that Eames is wearing, it looks ridiculously soft, and he's got no doubt that it's warm from the heat of Eames' skin, and Arthur knows if he buried his face in it, it would smell like Eames, like faint cologne, the thunderstorm that's brewing in the distance. Like cheap cigarettes and weak tea. Like the things Arthur dreams about, when he's wrapped up in his own blankets and all alone.

Eames doesn't hand him the cup of coffee so much as he wraps Arthur's fingers around it, the corner of his mouth tugged down when Arthur shivers, again, because the clouds are thick over the sun and the warehouse will not get warm. Arthur cannot get warm. "Arthur," Eames says, very seriously, his fingers still wrapped around Arthur's, "I think you've finally lost it."

"Yeah," Arthur answers, still smiling. Despite all evidence to the contrary, Arthur does know when to admit defeat. "You could insult my mother and I would find it less offensive than your shirt," he adds, because it's true. He still curls the fingers of his free hand in the hem of it, though, and Eames smiles like maybe he gets what this is.

Eames smiles like, finally, and Arthur really... Arthur really can't argue with that.

He uses his grip on Eames' shirt to tug him forward, and finally, finally close the fucking distance.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

*twirls and twirls and sighs and twirls some more* Perfect! It is so utterly perfect!
He still curls the fingers of his free hand in the hem of it, though, and Eames smiles like maybe he gets what this is. This. I need to draw this. Tomorrow. Maybe I'll even show it to you... maybe.

YOU DROVE A HARD BARGAIN BUT WHATEVER, I GOT ME SOME FIC :DDD *showers you in cookies*

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

YAYAYAYAY! Look at us! Striking a mutually beneficial agreement! Who says fandom doesn't translate into the real world, huh? :D:D:D

Now if only I could actually finish that stupid sexpollen thing. Or the bakery thing. Or my homework. LOL

*<♥ <--- DRUNKEN HEART CAN'T KEEP HER PARTY HAT ON. POOR DRUNKEN HEART. SHE IS A HOT MESS.

[aredblush.livejournal.com]

I always say that if positive fandom attitude were to bleed into the real world, life would be easier and happier!

I can't wait for those :DDD Except your homework, those you can keep to yourself :P

~♥~ SHAKE IT DRUNKEN HEART, YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR!