I just unfollowed someone because I don't like their expression.
Possibly the major impediment to me writing any more Inception fic (I have two started and two more summaries/ideas floating around) beyond a general high standard on my flist making sure that there are no gaps to be filled is that, er, I don't care that much about any of the characters except Eames. While I loved the film and I loved the concept and the narrative and I could wank on all day about the canon, I am mostly invested in Eames, Eames's backstory, Eamess's thoughts, and what I can do with him in the wider world.
This is because I am not so much an Inception fan as a Tom Hardy fan, and because I'm afraid I have this annoying habit of abandoning the mainstay of a canon and focussing on one person until it's basically just original fic within the rules of another 'verse. For some reason I feel limited by working with the original cast; this is probably going to bore the shit out of people who are in it for the ensemble, the way you SHOULD be, and means that, were I actually involved and not flinging fic through the door and running off, someone would probably start a whinge about how I'm eliminating characters because they're not white/male/British, when the truth is I'm just eliminating them because they're not Tom Hardy.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Why do I feel like I have to justify everything to you, anyway? Fuck off.
Day 25 - A first, in great detail
The first play I was ever in was called SAMMY THE GOLDISH and it was a youth theatre workshop thing my mother bundled me off to because a) it was free (she worked at the Black Swan Centre so got to do things like enroll me on theatre doobries) and b) I had been to see panto six months previously and been apparently very vocal about it. I DO NOT REMEMBER THAT.
Anyway, my mother abandoned me to the tender mercies of youth theatre and I had a whale of a time drawing scenery for the EPIC ADVENTURES of a goldish someone had flushed down the bog. I remember being complimented on the ferocity of my dinosaurs and the ... erm ... convoluted backstory they had. Spewing bullshit like a sprinkler of nonsense from an early age? Yes.
Oh yes, my role - I was a cygnet, and this older girl was a swan. I had one line, but I don't remember what it was any more; my costume consisted of one of those big milk jugs with paper feathers on it, AS A HAT. And then I had to wear white, which was as much of a ringing success as that always is.
Anyway it was epic and I decided that ACTING WAS THE BEST THING EVER, and the next year I was a RAT in The Pied Piper of Hamlyn which was even more fun because I didn't have any lines but I did have a splendidly noisy tail. And then I got all obsessed with "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts" by Bob Dylan.
... Oh, and I was three.
This is because I am not so much an Inception fan as a Tom Hardy fan, and because I'm afraid I have this annoying habit of abandoning the mainstay of a canon and focussing on one person until it's basically just original fic within the rules of another 'verse. For some reason I feel limited by working with the original cast; this is probably going to bore the shit out of people who are in it for the ensemble, the way you SHOULD be, and means that, were I actually involved and not flinging fic through the door and running off, someone would probably start a whinge about how I'm eliminating characters because they're not white/male/British, when the truth is I'm just eliminating them because they're not Tom Hardy.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. Why do I feel like I have to justify everything to you, anyway? Fuck off.
Day 25 - A first, in great detail
The first play I was ever in was called SAMMY THE GOLDISH and it was a youth theatre workshop thing my mother bundled me off to because a) it was free (she worked at the Black Swan Centre so got to do things like enroll me on theatre doobries) and b) I had been to see panto six months previously and been apparently very vocal about it. I DO NOT REMEMBER THAT.
Anyway, my mother abandoned me to the tender mercies of youth theatre and I had a whale of a time drawing scenery for the EPIC ADVENTURES of a goldish someone had flushed down the bog. I remember being complimented on the ferocity of my dinosaurs and the ... erm ... convoluted backstory they had. Spewing bullshit like a sprinkler of nonsense from an early age? Yes.
Oh yes, my role - I was a cygnet, and this older girl was a swan. I had one line, but I don't remember what it was any more; my costume consisted of one of those big milk jugs with paper feathers on it, AS A HAT. And then I had to wear white, which was as much of a ringing success as that always is.
Anyway it was epic and I decided that ACTING WAS THE BEST THING EVER, and the next year I was a RAT in The Pied Piper of Hamlyn which was even more fun because I didn't have any lines but I did have a splendidly noisy tail. And then I got all obsessed with "Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts" by Bob Dylan.
... Oh, and I was three.