Things are always happening =)
A new episode of H50, yet more Alex O'Loughlin without a shirt. :D :D :D A new Nikita, more Devon Sawa. My TV is so good to me. :)
Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader opens this weekend. I AM SO BEYOND EXCITED!!! I can't wait for Friday!! Dawn Treader was my gchat status for more than half a year until Inception came along. :)
Speaking of gchat, anyone out there still using it who wants to chat? Let me know! :)
I've been reading a ton of fic, so much great stuff I can't possibly rec it all. But it's been awhile since I read an Arthur/Ariadne fic that's as gorgeous as this one so I'm reccing vr_trakowski's Meander. It's long and plotty and character-driven, with some interesting ideas about dreamshare that I hadn't seen before, and I really loved the slow build of Arthur and Ariadne's relationship.
Heading out tonight to buy my copy of Inception! So excited! I don't have a bluray player but I'm buying the combo anyway. Hopefully they'll have a copy of the Fantasia combo, too.
And lastly, snippet of a college AU I was playing around with but have since abandoned because I hate it and it is terrible I'm still trying to complete the used bookstore AU. It was one of the first things I wrote months ago and it was fun to write but it just wasn't going anywhere. >_<
“So let me see if I understand you correctly,” says Ariadne in Reasonable Voice #3. Eames is immediately on alert because RV #3 usually means his flatmate is well on her way to being royally pissed off.
“You want me to talk to Dom Cobb, former roommate of my bastard ex-boyfriend,” (definitely a growl breaking into that oh so reasonable tone) “Dom Cobb, whom I have successfully avoided like the plague for two semesters, not an easy task when we have the same major, Eames,” (Eames carefully removes the graphite pencil from Ariadne’s hand before she snaps it in half) “and you want me to casually grill him about his current roommate because you’re a pansy and also apparently a moron since you can’t make any headway yourself?”
Eames gives her Wounded Look #2 which he suspects will have absolutely zero effect, not when she looks ready to stab him in the eye with her very sharp drafting pencil which he has prudently placed out of her reach. “Ari! That’s a low blow, love, even for you.”
“Low but accurate.” Ariadne scowls at him.
“Not quite. Nobody as brave as I am could possibly be a pansy, and really, what a terrible thing to say, and of course I’m making progress in wooing Arthur, my ardent pursuit would simply be more efficient with your participation, dear Ariadne.”
“So you admit to being a moron. Good to know.”
“And everyone says I’m the insufferable one.” Eames sighs and presses the back of his hand to his forehead in mock despair and Ariadne’s lips twitch ever so slightly. Eames grins at her and adds, “I already know his schedule, what kind of food he likes, who his friends are-“
“Wow, Eames, creeper much?”
“I can’t help being observant!” Eames protests.
“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Ariadne’s smirk is ten shades of evil wrapped in a cherubic package.
Eames does not stick his tongue out at her because he is a bloody adult and adults, especially horny ones who are madly in love with mysterious well-dressed young men in their British lit class, are above such things. He is, however, very, very glad that they’re having this discussion in their kitchen so no one else is around to witness his humiliation. And because she really is his best mate even if she is evil, Ariadne visibly sheds most of her irritation and takes a sip of the tea Eames brewed for her earlier, a sure sign that he’s no longer in danger of imminent bodily harm.
“The last time we talked about Arthur it was all, it’s only a matter of time, Ariadne, he’s so intelligent and beautiful, Ariadne, I’ve got the perfect first date planned out, Ariadne. How did you go from that to, I need you to ask Dom Cobb whether I have a chance with Arthur, Ariadne? Do I have to tell you that we’re juniors in college and not in grade school anymore?”
Eames reminds himself that Ariadne’s already privy to pretty much every embarrassing incident he's ever been involved in, including the unfortunate accident involving the bratwurst, the flagpole, and Professor Browning’s boxer briefs, and she has in fact often been instrumental in damage control so he really has no dignity left to preserve where she’s concerned and he should really stop stalling and tell her the truth.
“I might have run into a few complications...you remember Tracy, yeah?”
“The crazy drama major you dated for all of two weeks? Thought she was Liz Taylor’s second coming, borderline klepto, histrionic breakup in the middle of the quad? How, pray tell, could I ever forget Tracy?”
“Yes, well, apparently she’s still sore about all that.”
The expression on Ariadne’s face is an excellent attempt at haughty disapproval but the gleam in her eyes is pure mischievousness. “It was a very public break up.”
“Which that mad bint initiated!”
“True. Of course, you did tell her with considerable volume that you thought she was a prima donna harpy without a shred of real thespian talent.” Ariadne tries to look stern but gives up after approximately five seconds and starts giggling which sets off Eames. They laugh together and Eames pours Ariadne more tea. “That was my favorite part.”
“Mine, too.” Eames’ fond smile quickly fades as he remembers why he approached Ariadne for help in the first place. “Much as she deserved that setdown, she’s making me pay for it now. Remember how I told you things had been a little strange lately, the pointing, the side glances, the odd comments? I’ve figured out what’s going on. Tracy’s gone round and told everyone she knows that I have a tiny dick. And Tracy knows a lot of people.”
“I hate having to point this out,” Ariadne is trying to hide a smile, the traitor, “but no one will believe her since half the campus saw you singing ‘Bad Romance’ stark naked on top of the student union during Homecoming. I’m sure there’s youtube evidence still floating around that you weren’t able to hack and delete.”
Eames rolls his eyes. “Not the point, Ari! She’s muddying the waters! What am I supposed to do every time someone asks me if my bloody dick is really as small as they say? Drop my pants?” Ariadne raises an eyebrow. “Don’t answer that, you minx! If it was just Tracy trying to make trouble, I could deal with that. But then there’s Edward!”
“Your stalker?” Ariadne frowns. “I thought he dropped out.”
“My luck is apparently confined to my quick fingers and brilliant mind because the creepy bloke is still a part-time student and a few days ago I caught him trying to follow me around everywhere like a demented puppy.”
Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader opens this weekend. I AM SO BEYOND EXCITED!!! I can't wait for Friday!! Dawn Treader was my gchat status for more than half a year until Inception came along. :)
Speaking of gchat, anyone out there still using it who wants to chat? Let me know! :)
I've been reading a ton of fic, so much great stuff I can't possibly rec it all. But it's been awhile since I read an Arthur/Ariadne fic that's as gorgeous as this one so I'm reccing vr_trakowski's Meander. It's long and plotty and character-driven, with some interesting ideas about dreamshare that I hadn't seen before, and I really loved the slow build of Arthur and Ariadne's relationship.
Heading out tonight to buy my copy of Inception! So excited! I don't have a bluray player but I'm buying the combo anyway. Hopefully they'll have a copy of the Fantasia combo, too.
And lastly, snippet of a college AU I was playing around with but have since abandoned because I hate it and it is terrible I'm still trying to complete the used bookstore AU. It was one of the first things I wrote months ago and it was fun to write but it just wasn't going anywhere. >_<
“So let me see if I understand you correctly,” says Ariadne in Reasonable Voice #3. Eames is immediately on alert because RV #3 usually means his flatmate is well on her way to being royally pissed off.
“You want me to talk to Dom Cobb, former roommate of my bastard ex-boyfriend,” (definitely a growl breaking into that oh so reasonable tone) “Dom Cobb, whom I have successfully avoided like the plague for two semesters, not an easy task when we have the same major, Eames,” (Eames carefully removes the graphite pencil from Ariadne’s hand before she snaps it in half) “and you want me to casually grill him about his current roommate because you’re a pansy and also apparently a moron since you can’t make any headway yourself?”
Eames gives her Wounded Look #2 which he suspects will have absolutely zero effect, not when she looks ready to stab him in the eye with her very sharp drafting pencil which he has prudently placed out of her reach. “Ari! That’s a low blow, love, even for you.”
“Low but accurate.” Ariadne scowls at him.
“Not quite. Nobody as brave as I am could possibly be a pansy, and really, what a terrible thing to say, and of course I’m making progress in wooing Arthur, my ardent pursuit would simply be more efficient with your participation, dear Ariadne.”
“So you admit to being a moron. Good to know.”
“And everyone says I’m the insufferable one.” Eames sighs and presses the back of his hand to his forehead in mock despair and Ariadne’s lips twitch ever so slightly. Eames grins at her and adds, “I already know his schedule, what kind of food he likes, who his friends are-“
“Wow, Eames, creeper much?”
“I can’t help being observant!” Eames protests.
“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Ariadne’s smirk is ten shades of evil wrapped in a cherubic package.
Eames does not stick his tongue out at her because he is a bloody adult and adults, especially horny ones who are madly in love with mysterious well-dressed young men in their British lit class, are above such things. He is, however, very, very glad that they’re having this discussion in their kitchen so no one else is around to witness his humiliation. And because she really is his best mate even if she is evil, Ariadne visibly sheds most of her irritation and takes a sip of the tea Eames brewed for her earlier, a sure sign that he’s no longer in danger of imminent bodily harm.
“The last time we talked about Arthur it was all, it’s only a matter of time, Ariadne, he’s so intelligent and beautiful, Ariadne, I’ve got the perfect first date planned out, Ariadne. How did you go from that to, I need you to ask Dom Cobb whether I have a chance with Arthur, Ariadne? Do I have to tell you that we’re juniors in college and not in grade school anymore?”
Eames reminds himself that Ariadne’s already privy to pretty much every embarrassing incident he's ever been involved in, including the unfortunate accident involving the bratwurst, the flagpole, and Professor Browning’s boxer briefs, and she has in fact often been instrumental in damage control so he really has no dignity left to preserve where she’s concerned and he should really stop stalling and tell her the truth.
“I might have run into a few complications...you remember Tracy, yeah?”
“The crazy drama major you dated for all of two weeks? Thought she was Liz Taylor’s second coming, borderline klepto, histrionic breakup in the middle of the quad? How, pray tell, could I ever forget Tracy?”
“Yes, well, apparently she’s still sore about all that.”
The expression on Ariadne’s face is an excellent attempt at haughty disapproval but the gleam in her eyes is pure mischievousness. “It was a very public break up.”
“Which that mad bint initiated!”
“True. Of course, you did tell her with considerable volume that you thought she was a prima donna harpy without a shred of real thespian talent.” Ariadne tries to look stern but gives up after approximately five seconds and starts giggling which sets off Eames. They laugh together and Eames pours Ariadne more tea. “That was my favorite part.”
“Mine, too.” Eames’ fond smile quickly fades as he remembers why he approached Ariadne for help in the first place. “Much as she deserved that setdown, she’s making me pay for it now. Remember how I told you things had been a little strange lately, the pointing, the side glances, the odd comments? I’ve figured out what’s going on. Tracy’s gone round and told everyone she knows that I have a tiny dick. And Tracy knows a lot of people.”
“I hate having to point this out,” Ariadne is trying to hide a smile, the traitor, “but no one will believe her since half the campus saw you singing ‘Bad Romance’ stark naked on top of the student union during Homecoming. I’m sure there’s youtube evidence still floating around that you weren’t able to hack and delete.”
Eames rolls his eyes. “Not the point, Ari! She’s muddying the waters! What am I supposed to do every time someone asks me if my bloody dick is really as small as they say? Drop my pants?” Ariadne raises an eyebrow. “Don’t answer that, you minx! If it was just Tracy trying to make trouble, I could deal with that. But then there’s Edward!”
“Your stalker?” Ariadne frowns. “I thought he dropped out.”
“My luck is apparently confined to my quick fingers and brilliant mind because the creepy bloke is still a part-time student and a few days ago I caught him trying to follow me around everywhere like a demented puppy.”