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"you're waiting for the G train..."
03 March 2011 @ 12:17 am
So I really wanted to get the baby fic up near Valentine’s Day, but that clearly didn’t happen. It just crossed the 15K point and is looking NOWHERE NEAR to being done and I made myself promise to get that fucker out of the way before I did anything else so now my laptop and I are at this Western-style impasse, hands over our holsters, yelling “you” “no, YOU” at each other. I feel bad about this, so here is proof that I’m actually doing shit.

This is that WIP meme where you post the titles of all the docs in your WIP folder and provide snippets upon request. Be forewarned: I make use the most absurd doc titles ever. Where these have actual titles or working titles, they are included.

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Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Golden Girls
"you're waiting for the G train..."
24 January 2011 @ 12:07 am

I know I keep saying that I’m writing something really happy, and I AM, but it’s also REALLY LONG and it’s frustrating me, and, after my team got booted from the playoffs last weekend in one of the ugliest displays I have ever seen by the team I hate most in the world (the same team that won as I was finishing this, meaning they might win the Super Bowl and I might DIE A THOUSAND PAINFUL DEATHS OF RAGE), I was not in the mood to write a cheerful story about babies. So this is what you get instead, which was written from an emotional place of feeling deeply, personally betrayed by a football team and also a mental place of a long time of contemplating a similar real-life situation and a physical place of being sick in bed with a fever of 101. Add cold meds generously, and you have this.

Title: you are the wrecking force in me
Pairing: Arthur/Eames (Eames/OCs, Arthur/OCs)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~6000
Summary: I'm the guy your boyfriend fucked last night, Arthur could say. I'm the guy who sucked his dick years before he even knew you existed. He wants to say, I'm the guy who'll still be here long after you've had enough because I'm Arthur and I'm a fucking idiot.
Warnings: Cheating. A lot of cheating. General dickishness, as usual, plus a lot of masochistic self-pity.
Notes: Title and cut text are both Voxtrot lyrics because I’m in a phase right now, title from Wrecking Force and cut text from Long Haul. Basically, if you’re looking for a soundtrack to this fic it’s Voxtrot’s entire discography. Thanks to your__design for the beta, all mistakes and structural flaws remaining belong to me and my feverfail.

and you lie to us both, we are words: nothing holds, I wanna catch a love and make it stayCollapse )
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: Every Day - Voxtrot
"you're waiting for the G train..."
14 January 2011 @ 02:53 pm
hey y'all!

I've never done this before but I've always wanted to and this is a really good cause, so I decided it was time to get over my neuroses and sign up for qldfloodauction. my thread is here, bid away! if you want me to write something for a fandom other than bandom or Inception, leave me a comment or send me an e-mail letting me know what you want and I'll tell you if I can do it before you bid. I don't know if that's allowed, but it seems easier than listing every single fandom I COULD write for but haven't.
Current Mood: okayokay
Current Music: FNL
"you're waiting for the G train..."
17 December 2010 @ 09:20 pm
I don’t know, y’all.

I promise I’m usually a disgustingly cheerful person around the holidays and I’m working on this thing that’s actually really absurd and domestic (though It might be awhile before you see it because it’s becoming a monster) but I woke up today feeling like shit and I’ve spent the past few hours lolling around in bed reading depressing novels about war and thwarted love (that are beautifully written, by the way, which is why John Banville’s The Untouchable is one of my go-to sick-in-bed-feeling-sorry-for-myself books, check it out sometime) and I deliriously smashed the handle off my favorite coffee jug (I call it my coffee jug because the basis of its appeal is that it is ENORMOUS and therefore perfectly suited for mainlining caffeine in the morning) and I’m completely off my head on cold meds right now and this is apparently what I write in that state.

It wasn’t really beta-read in full (though I actually texted absurd, misspelled bits of it to your__design to which she said many wise and helpful things) so I’m going to blame the mistakes on my drug regimen and leave it at that. if there’s anything that makes me look totally illiterate, please let me know and I’ll go back and fix it when I can see straight.

Title: The Fabulist
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~3000
Summary: Sometimes Eames tells himself lies like he’s setting himself a dare, like how he tells himself he’s in love with Arthur, how he’s desperate to have Arthur love him back. That’s a good one.
Notes: Title from “The Fabulist” by Nathan Johnson and the Cinematic Underground, cut text from “The Engine Driver” by The Decemberists, both of which kind of inspired this story. It’s kind of a five things story, and by ‘kind of’ I mean that’s exactly what it is, except for that it’s four things instead of five because I got sleepy. Four times Eames lied to Arthur and one time he didn’t. Thanks to your__design for being the best sounding board ever and letting me groggily talk to her on the phone for an hour even though most of the conversation was me whining about how much I miss my cat when I’m sick and singing Josie and the Pussycats songs. I don’t think a shout-out in the notes can really adequately convey my gratitude and shame but it’s a start.

I am a writer, writer of fictions, I am the heart that you call home and I’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bonesCollapse )
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: Girl In The War - Josh Ritter
"you're waiting for the G train..."
06 December 2010 @ 02:36 am
happy early holidays everyone!

if you're not already aware of it, you should check out holiday_heist. it's a festive and fabulous Arthur/Eames extravaganza in the form of an advent calendar! six days in and we have just arrived at my day, if you'll allow me to shamelessly self-promote for a sec. mayamei did the art and it is FANTASTIC, so I feel like I need to point y'all that way. check it out here and stay tuned for the other days and big finale, which is going to be awesome!!
Current Mood: crazyfestive
Current Music: The Walking Dead
"you're waiting for the G train..."
23 November 2010 @ 12:16 am
Yikes, y’all. It’s been a while. As I said before, I moved and then technology took advantage of my distraction to unleash a full-scale rebellion on me and it was all a big bummer. So apologies for that, here’s this and probably something longer and something more depressing coming up relatively soon. But no promises, because shit’s kind of crazy right now. But HI AGAIN, that’s the point. Alsoooo, I kind of hate this story. I was just borderline blocked so I kind of rushed it out and decided not to care about it, which is probably why if you examine the logic too closely the whole thing falls apart like a house built of exploding snap cards (who else just saw Harry Potter, holla!). Haha, this whole thing has never been about quality though, let’s be real. The important thing is I HAVE A YUSUF ICON NOW. :D

Title: we should be whispering all the time
Pairing: Arthur/Eames (Ariadne/Yusuf)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: either about 9K or about 11K, depending on how you look at it (see notes)
Summary: “I feel morally obligated to state for the record that I think this is a terrible idea,” Eames says. “I think dating co-workers is a terrible, catastrophic, Roland Emmerich-level disaster kind of idea.”
Yusuf snorts. “You only say that because Arthur dumped you.”
Warnings: Stalking, so much stalking. A LOT of genuinely crazy behavior. A lot of scenes in bathrooms, for some reason. Dubious morals throughout. IDK, you guys, I guess this is just what I think love IS.
Notes: Thanks, as always, to your__design, especially since she’s had a shitty week. Baby fic is next, just for you. Title from “100,000 Fireflies” by The Magnetic Fields. There is a slight reference to an Eddie Izzard joke and if you find it then we should be best friends. There’s also this, um, weird thing that I’ve done here where there are, like, easter egg mini-stories? Kind of linked in? Or something? It started because I wanted to include the story for one throwaway line and then I thought “ugh, that’s so weird if I do only one, right?” but then I got weirdly involved with it and then there were pictures and charts and now I don’t know what it is anymore. I have no recommendation for how to go about reading these extra pieces. After reading the whole fic? During? Before? Ignore them entirely? I don’t know. Burger King this shit, people: have it your way. I'll link the appendix post at the end, for convenience.

“Excuse me,” Eames says, “is the man who has three pages of notes about his co-workers’ sex lives telling me I’m being creepy?”Collapse )
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: Easy to Love - Ivan and Alyosha
"you're waiting for the G train..."
12 November 2010 @ 01:01 pm
hey y'all.

this thread here was brought to my attention, where it was pointed out that a few lines of some of my fic have a more-than-passing similarity to some of Maya's well-known Drop Dead Gorgeous fic.

this is absolutely my bad. 100%.

I have read that fic, and the second line in question in particular did strike me as familiar when I 'thought' of it (to be honest, I thought it was from a TV show, I don't know if that makes it better, probably not). at no point was I consciously thinking "I liked that line, so I think I'm just going to steal it!! surely no one will notice?!" I've been known to put references in my fics, but I mean it as a fun little nod to the show or movie in question, assume most people will know exactly what I'm doing, and leave it at that; that's not what this was either. I know it's a feeble, unverifiable excuse, but when a line sticks with me, I forgot where it came from. it never occured to me that these lines were from fic.

I have a lot of thoughts about this that I want to mention, and kind of a discussion that I want to start, but I'm not sure how to say these things without causing wank, and, apparently, enough people have read my fic to start an anon thread about it (whhhaaaatthefuck, by the way) so perhaps I won't. what I WILL do, of course, is alter these lines, immediately. and the one thing I will say is that I am a big dork who keeps thinking "oh my god, INCEPTION, I didn't know it wasn't my line!!" and getting really gleeful for five seconds before I think "oh my god, it looks like I just ripped my excuse straight from the movie, why don't I just say Leonard DiCaprio told me to do it so he could get his kids back?" and sure, that probably doesn't look great either. but if you really think I maliciously plagarized from someone else's story then I probably am NOT going to convince you otherwise in this post. that's a shame, but it's your call. I just want to explain what happened, let y'all know that I'm aware of it, and promise that I'm going to be more careful, but this WAS my fault.

shit, you guys, I've read public fandom apologies before. I never knew they were this HARD, yo. I feel like I'm going to piss more people off with this than I did with the actual lines, goddamn. in all seriousness: no offense meant, especially not to Maya, who I think is awesome. I will be more careful about this in the future. if this upset anyone for any reason whatsoever, I really do apologize.
"you're waiting for the G train..."
10 November 2010 @ 02:24 am
hi again, I'm working on this thing and it's not QUITE done yet, but it has already become clear that I can't use my favorite part. for a lot of reasons, but mostly it's just irrelevant and disrupts the narrative flow, so whatever, I sacrificed. but my loss is your gain, or something! because here's the bit I cut out, completely out of context, from a story I'm probably going to call "we should be whispering all the time." I think I'll probably do a little link to this entry in the actual story itself because I really just am TITANIC-ing this shit, I'LL NEVER LET IT GO, so people will just have to deal with the fact that my ot3 is Arthur/guns/suits. (Arthur/Eames/the-threat-of-violence is a close second, though.)

EDIT: "we should be whispering..." got out of control and now this is the master post for ALL the linked flashbacks/tracklists/Venn diagrams/whatever. SIGH.


There is actually a funny story about how Eames learned that it is always, always, ALWAYS important to figure out where Arthur’s weapons are concealed...Collapse )


...there was a time not too long ago when this would have been a decidedly sexy encounter...Collapse )


You can’t start a fight with me in a cave and not expect a few bats!Collapse )


...he purposefully doesn’t remember what a thrill it was when he realized Arthur didn’t want to murder HIM.Collapse )


...Yusuf has doodled a little cartoon Ariadne on the track listing...Collapse )


Is this a Venn diagram of their interests?Collapse )


Then again, he and Arthur have had some pretty strange ideas of foreplay, so maybe he’s not in a position to judge.Collapse )


That's because we can't fuck up any worse than we already have done...Collapse )

Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: All Summer - Kid Cudi, Best Coast and Rotsam
"you're waiting for the G train..."
02 November 2010 @ 02:51 am
first of all, bear with me because I am still hungover from Halloween as I type this. this journal, apart from being a fannish chronicle of the past few years, is also firm documentation of what some might wrongfully and unfairly call my 'alcoholism,' so I don't feel awkward telling you this. even though it is 2:30 am on November 2nd.

ANYWAY, this is just to say:
2. my external harddrive broke and took everything I was working on with it. if this has happened to you before, maybe you've felt the same unbearable frustration I feel right now. it's tough to re-start shit you lose like that, in my experience. I hope y'all understand, BUT I am working on some stuff. and if you have one you want to read you should encourage me to get started on it again. IT MIGHT HELP!
3. though I am also deep in the desponds of job searching YET AGAIN and can promise no kind of time frame for any of these. CONTINUING!

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so make me get on this shit, you guys. I feel like I need to be writing something right now since it's NaNo (which I am not participating in for the second year in a row, again for my thesis, though THAT WAS ON MY HARDDRIVE TOO, I told you guys, it's MISERY RIGHT NOW) and, even though I am working two jobs (in addition to basically FULL-TIME MOM-ING my two roommates, for some dumb reason) I have crazy amounts of free time. SIGH! which I used to get real fucking drunk on Halloween.

this post has too many tags and not enough fic, I APOLOGIZE. (ps have you guys ever listened to the Talk tracks on Ryan Adams's Loft Sessions? THEY'RE SO GREAT, they're my feel-good tracks. RYAN. SIGH!)
Current Mood: sicksick
Current Music: New York, New York - Ryan Adams
"you're waiting for the G train..."
Sorry for the delay on this one. It’s been done for about a week but I moved to a new apartment and didn’t get internet installed until today. :/ To the point: like everything else I have written for this fandom, the following is kind of absurd. But for once it’s not absurd in a literary way. It’s absurd IN A FASHION WEEK WAY!! Fashion weeks to me are like Shark Week to Tracy Jordan. IT’S SERIOUS, ALRIGHT. I didn’t start writing this story until Paris fashion week began but I started THINKING about writing it when the beginning ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME, IN REAL LIFE. And it took kind of a philosophical turn because I have a DEEPLY PHILOSOPHICAL INTEREST in menswear, not just a pornographic one.

All of the suits mentioned in this are from the 2011 spring season so let’s say this is set during the fall 2012 shows but since those haven’t happened yet the schedule is based on this spring. Basically, the timeline is NOT what I was interested in here, so don’t expect too much from it. Another small warning: this is not one of those stories where Arthur and Eames are all in love or whatever, in this one they’re just HOT and wearing SUITS alright, NO EMOTIONS, JUST HORMONES!

Title: Fashion Is All About Eventually Becoming Naked
Pairing: Arthur/Eames (Inception)
Rating: R
Word Count: ~5300
Warnings: probably some kind of grievous sartorial inaccuracy, slight to total crack
Summary: Eames thinks he catches Arthur looking at porn but it’s SUITS and so, of course, Eames starts wearing suits and Arthur kind of loses his mind.
Notes: thanks to your__design as per usual, especially for keeping me relatively on task and telling me when I was getting too embarrassing. The title is a well-known but unattributed quote (though I almost titled this “Christian Dior Denim Flow” after the Kanye West song, if only for the hilarious Leo shout-out). Cut text should be obvious because it’s legen (wait for it) dary.

nothing suits the undisputed, oft-saluted suitor of repute like a suitCollapse )
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Like A G6 - Far East Movement