insta-rec!
OKAY LOOK I RECOGNIZE THAT I AM BASICALLY JUST SHAMELESSLY SPAMMING YOU GUYS NOW BUT. BUT BUT BUT.
angelgazing wrote fic, and I just, I need you all to read it, okay? Because Arthur and Eames are at a fair and there are Ferris Wheels and A ZERO GRAVITY RIDE and deep fried beer and sunblock and just. Just. I have this thing, okay, about the way she does Arthur and Eames, about the way they are always such perfect assholes in love and there is so much JOY IN THIS FIC and HER ARTHUR VOICE and I laughed and I cooed and I SHRIEKED IN GLEE, OKAY.
I just, I mean, seriously. Even if you hate fairs and all happy things in the world, this fic is worth reading for the dialogue alone. THE DIALOGUE ALONE, YOU GUYS. OKAY, WELL, AND ALSO THE SHEER HILARITY. I mean, just, look, LOOK AT THIS BEAUTY:
"Fuck, fuck, you are demented," Eames tells him, shaking his head. He goes to take another step and falls into Arthur chest to chest, pushes him against the wall and holds him there with his weight. "My legs feel like jelly," he says, because he's an asshole who is never going to let Arthur forget the first time they slept together.
GO. GO FORTH AND ENRICH YOUR LIVES. GO FORTH ON MY WORD, FOR I WOULD NOT STEER YOU WRONG. DID I MENTION ABOUT THE DEEP-FRIED BEER? DID I MENTION ABOUT THE LOVE?
Ride On With the Lights On. Trust me.
angelgazing wrote fic, and I just, I need you all to read it, okay? Because Arthur and Eames are at a fair and there are Ferris Wheels and A ZERO GRAVITY RIDE and deep fried beer and sunblock and just. Just. I have this thing, okay, about the way she does Arthur and Eames, about the way they are always such perfect assholes in love and there is so much JOY IN THIS FIC and HER ARTHUR VOICE and I laughed and I cooed and I SHRIEKED IN GLEE, OKAY.
I just, I mean, seriously. Even if you hate fairs and all happy things in the world, this fic is worth reading for the dialogue alone. THE DIALOGUE ALONE, YOU GUYS. OKAY, WELL, AND ALSO THE SHEER HILARITY. I mean, just, look, LOOK AT THIS BEAUTY:
"Fuck, fuck, you are demented," Eames tells him, shaking his head. He goes to take another step and falls into Arthur chest to chest, pushes him against the wall and holds him there with his weight. "My legs feel like jelly," he says, because he's an asshole who is never going to let Arthur forget the first time they slept together.
GO. GO FORTH AND ENRICH YOUR LIVES. GO FORTH ON MY WORD, FOR I WOULD NOT STEER YOU WRONG. DID I MENTION ABOUT THE DEEP-FRIED BEER? DID I MENTION ABOUT THE LOVE?
Ride On With the Lights On. Trust me.