Links and film review.
Both links go to buhfly, who is the most active part of Inception fandom right now. :P
Think of this as a primer for writing in Inception fandom or something. Shit to avoid getting wrong. Which I have mostly managed! GO TEAM "PAY NO ATTENTION TO FANON".
Inception Rec Post, the best of the best, apparently. I have been recced that Eames As a Dog one by literally everyone. My current reading material? I'm back at The Charioteer and have just got to the bit where Bunny hits on him in the car and it is priceless. It's the sort of behaviour I'm used to if a little jaded by, but I suppose if that's the entire representation of you to the world it would be very galling.
Just watched ALL of Colditz with stratospherique and I need to know if there's some way of disabling the keyboad function on VLC because it is MURDER and keeps stopping things and skipping back to the beginning when I am JUST TRYING TO TALK TO LIZA. *grumpyface* Anyway, watching war movies with Liza is excellent because rather than getting too emotionally invested (which I usually do if I'm watching with A and when I used to watch them with M we'd be giant sniffling emo fucks by the end) we take bets on who is going to die when and shout about all the body parts of Tom Hardy and Damian Lewis and how Eve and Sophie Myles are presumably related and WHO IS THAT ACTOR and THAT ONE and IS HE GOING TO DIE NOW? Anyway, it was pretty epic in a very British Movie About The War kind of way. Very deliberately no Americans. ;) Canadians! Dutch! French! Poles! Didn't see any Russians. BUT NO AMERICANS. WE ARE TIRED OF THE FILMS BEING ENTIRELY ABOUT YOU. So that was ... and then Tom Hardy was covered in blood. And then Tom Hardy was naked. And then Tom Hardy was crawling around in poo and retching [this was less good]. And then he was sad and had a very bad beard (you are no good at beards, Tom). And then he was melancoly and WEARING A GREAT COAT and my ovary burst. And then Tom Hardy put a jumper on his head and went mad for a bit. Then Tom Hardy wore a flat cap and Damian Lewis wore a fedora and my OTHER ovary exploded. AND THEN TOM HARDY WAS CLEAN SHAVEN AND WEARING WW2 ARMY DRESS UNIFORM AND MY VAGINA ENGULFED THE WORLD AND BELLOWED LIKE KING KONG IN FRUSTRATION.
... It was pretty good.
I kind of want to write but I don't think my brain is up to it. Am now finishing alcohol bottles because Linds says I never do, and I smell like a hobo. BOO.
Arrived in the post today. It was like a lucky dip of medical supplies. I HAVE NEEDLES. But I'm a rrrrrretard and forgot to order alcohol wipes. Solution?
Think of this as a primer for writing in Inception fandom or something. Shit to avoid getting wrong. Which I have mostly managed! GO TEAM "PAY NO ATTENTION TO FANON".
Inception Rec Post, the best of the best, apparently. I have been recced that Eames As a Dog one by literally everyone. My current reading material? I'm back at The Charioteer and have just got to the bit where Bunny hits on him in the car and it is priceless. It's the sort of behaviour I'm used to if a little jaded by, but I suppose if that's the entire representation of you to the world it would be very galling.
Just watched ALL of Colditz with stratospherique and I need to know if there's some way of disabling the keyboad function on VLC because it is MURDER and keeps stopping things and skipping back to the beginning when I am JUST TRYING TO TALK TO LIZA. *grumpyface* Anyway, watching war movies with Liza is excellent because rather than getting too emotionally invested (which I usually do if I'm watching with A and when I used to watch them with M we'd be giant sniffling emo fucks by the end) we take bets on who is going to die when and shout about all the body parts of Tom Hardy and Damian Lewis and how Eve and Sophie Myles are presumably related and WHO IS THAT ACTOR and THAT ONE and IS HE GOING TO DIE NOW? Anyway, it was pretty epic in a very British Movie About The War kind of way. Very deliberately no Americans. ;) Canadians! Dutch! French! Poles! Didn't see any Russians. BUT NO AMERICANS. WE ARE TIRED OF THE FILMS BEING ENTIRELY ABOUT YOU. So that was ... and then Tom Hardy was covered in blood. And then Tom Hardy was naked. And then Tom Hardy was crawling around in poo and retching [this was less good]. And then he was sad and had a very bad beard (you are no good at beards, Tom). And then he was melancoly and WEARING A GREAT COAT and my ovary burst. And then Tom Hardy put a jumper on his head and went mad for a bit. Then Tom Hardy wore a flat cap and Damian Lewis wore a fedora and my OTHER ovary exploded. AND THEN TOM HARDY WAS CLEAN SHAVEN AND WEARING WW2 ARMY DRESS UNIFORM AND MY VAGINA ENGULFED THE WORLD AND BELLOWED LIKE KING KONG IN FRUSTRATION.
... It was pretty good.
I kind of want to write but I don't think my brain is up to it. Am now finishing alcohol bottles because Linds says I never do, and I smell like a hobo. BOO.
Arrived in the post today. It was like a lucky dip of medical supplies. I HAVE NEEDLES. But I'm a rrrrrretard and forgot to order alcohol wipes. Solution?