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:
1. THANKS, YOU GUYS ARE GREAT, ALWAYS.
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!
- EAMES AND YUSUF: INTERNATIONAL BROMANCE. this is happening whether y'all like it or not. DEALWITHIT.GIF!!
- Arthur/Eames babyfic where their kids go to school together and they are all excellent/terrible parents and Cobb probably squints a lot and Robert Fischer actually appears.
- Arthur/Eames bad boyfriend fic where Eames tries to be the best boyfriend ever to win Arthur's heart. (this, um, MIGHT wind up becoming tied to this argument I, for some reason, keep having about Plato's Symposium so there is a DOUCHE ALERT on this one)
- established Arthur/Eames that is really actually an excuse for me to write Ariadne/Yusuf and not admit to myself that I'm doing it or I'll get SCARED
- Arthur/Eames fuck-or-die YUSUF MAKES THEM DO IT. I'm sure this has happened. where is this story, fandom? I am not stoked on writing it, but
your__design and I someone keep TALKING ABOUT IT.
- some kind of weird, backwards Arthur/Eames thing where they are TERRIBLE to each other on purpose because of ISSUES, ahahahaha, IDK.
- Arthur/Eames professor/student INAPPROPRIATENESS AU! there is no plot for this one, I just have a KINK about this and I want Eames to EARN HIS TWEED.
- possibly some Arthur-centric thing that is an excuse to talk about how much I love living in New York. I've scribbled some pieces of it but it's so self-indulgent that it makes me cringe. I will be honest with you, it's basically meArthur/New York and Eames is just there to provide the occasional penis, because - as great as New York is - it cannot give you a hot dicking all by itself.
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!)