So, last night I went to dinner with my entire extended family, and in between arguing about a party my father had at 16 and where my brother gets his hair cut and whether or not it would have TOTALLY BEEN STEALING to pretend we didn't notice when we got the wrong check (I may have method-written most some of that fic about Arthur's family, okay),
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*I wrote that motherfucker A BOOK and he still won't talk to me, you don't know what it's like when your man just abandons you one day, cause you're not as angry as you used to be? IDEK. *sniff*
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And I would never yell--I know all too well about how volatile the muses can be, and how different "Oh, I'd love to write that for you!" and "Oh, okay, I am ACTUALLY WRITING THAT NOW" can be. But oh man, oh man oh man, you know what I'd love to see you do, if you ever had time? I want the fic where Arthur attempts to hit on Eames, and Eames totally doesn't get it. Like, Arthur is the worst at seduction ever and Eames is so used to the idea that Arthur is his unattainable that he absolutely misses his attempts at being forward ( ... )
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(Also I am fighting the urge to put monster power ballads on A/E mixes.)
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