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SPEAKERS CORNER OF LOVE!
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angelgazing has the best ideas! Let me c/p her latest here:Okay, fandom, let's break it down, kindergarten style. Here's your goal for today:
Say something nice about someone else
You can log in, you can do it anon, you can pimp this post far and wide, I DON'T CARE. It can be your best friend or a stranger. You can compliment your entire f-list or that person you just think rocks. I don't have to know them. You don't have to know them. I just want us to respect, care for, and be excellent to one another.
Fandom is a place for love, so let's see it.
So c'mon! Everyone head over here and show some love to the lovely people in your life!
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The kid runs off, hopefully to his class and not security, or a real kidnapping. Eames drops his chin onto Arthur's shoulder, and Arthur shrugs it off.
"You are a rubbish recruiter," Eames says, finally, the corners of his mouth twisted upward. Like the beginning of a joke, like he knows Arthur isn't going to guess the punch line, not this time. He tucks his fingertips back inside Arthur's front pocket to tug him a step closer.
"Don't say recruiter when your hand is in my pants, Eames. That's the most frightening thing some people can imagine."
Eames laughs, and Arthur can hear it this time, but that's okay. He curls his fingers around Arthur's wrist, instead. "We have just scared that boy straight, Arthur. We have preformed a service. Honestly, we should send his parents a bill. We'll charge less than the bond they'd have to take out for his third attempted robbery. It'll be an absolute steal."
"You know your life story is going to end with, 'and they never found the body,' don't you?" He snatches Eames' cigarette, when Eames starts tugging him on again, but he also follows along, so he's pretty sure he's earned it.
"You are the most frightening thing I can imagine," Eames says over his shoulder. He stops mid-step, looking around like he can't decide which way to go. "Thirty minutes," he says decisively, take a left at the Tilt-a-Whirl, "for defending my honor."
"Your logic is flawed," Arthur says, out of habit more than anything. They pass by a booth selling oversized bottles of what is promised to be ice cold beer, and Eames doesn't even slow down. Arthur sighs. "You've have to have honor for someone to defend it."
"Someone?"
"Well, it wouldn't be me," Arthur says, rolling his eyes. He twists his wrist to get Eames to let go, but the crowd starts getting thicker, and Arthur ends up lacing their fingers together just so they don't get separated. Eames' palm is sweating. "I don't even like you all that much," he tells Eames' back.
"Oh," Eames says, looking back, licking his bottom lip all promisingly, "don't I know the truth of that statement." He tugs at Arthur's hand again, until they're side by side, but he doesn't let go. "Let's go find the shoot games, and see if you can live up to my dreams, hm?"
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on a side note: there's x-factor on tv tonight and one of the girls had to perfom "Let the Sunshine In" and I sang along, only I kept singing "leeeeet the funshine iiiiiiiin". This is clearly a sign! I have to go read your story again!
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Hahahaha I honestly only know that line. /o\
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Mum believed in the magic of musicals and made me watch Hair and Jesus Christ Superstar multiple times in between Disney movies and Star Wars.