It's aliiiiive!

[sirona_fics]

I feel like I've been holed up for the better part of the past three weeks, what with work and renovations at home that need supervising. Been spending all my time reading Arthur/Eames and stalking bookshop's epic fluff meme here and here, which is full of rainbows and sparkles and catboy!Arthur porn (yeah, IDK either).

Just watched the first two episodes of Sherlock and am saving #3 for tomorrow -- it is entirely made of amazing. For real, I've no idea how it's taken me this long to watch it; I was laughing like a fangirl maniac all the way through #1. Am in love with it already; I can now say with some confidence that I see what all the fuss is about. I adore high functioning sociopath Holmes (his words) and the banter and the huge amounts of GAY and pretty much EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. Am really looking forward to #3 tomorrow!

Went to get my hair coloured today, and maybe freshen up the cut a little. Ended up with half of it loped off. IDK why I'm upset about it; I've spent the last two years with v short hair, but now it had started to grow out a little, I'm kinda guarding it jealously. Oh well. It'll grow back soon enough.

In other news: prettypriestess. EMBER. EMBERRRRRRR. /poke poke poke We're gonna have to do something about our big bang. We're totally going to get caught with our pants down when they set a deadline one of these days, and I know that soleil_et_pluie's getting a little frustrated with us. I know we're both stupidly busy, and there's The Boy to keep in mind, but could we maybe do what we did in the beginning, maybe write 1K a day? It's not much, but it'll start us rolling forward again. I'm totally sleep deprived right now from getting up at 7.30am every morning for over a week (I don't much do mornings), and I start my MA classes again this Saturday, but I think 1K or so is manageable.

In some other news, Inception (the film and the fandom) seems to have kicked something loose again in my head. I've been devouring books on Jung and Social Psychology and Culture Studies and Philosophy and Semiotics (I did my undergraduate dissertation on the subject) and Postmodernism and Post-structuralism and just general social theory. I've been stockpiling them for years, hoping to get back into the subject which swallowed my BA degree because it was just that fascinating, and it's finally happened.

And so, as a result, I've made a decision. I don't know if it will ever come to fruition, seeing as my sister's pregnant and after living back home for three years, I'm going to have to dive head-first back into loneliness again if I do it, but. I can honestly say that it will Make Me Happy, maybe the first thing I've been this excited about in my personal life since I moved back home in 2007. I'm cursed with a brain that finds everything endlessly fascinating, and it's a real struggle to focus on something and work to forge a career/life in that direction, and this will give me the variety that I crave and can't live without.

It is this MA programme at the University of Edinburgh. Seriously, this is all I could ask for in my career choice for the rest of my life. Once I've done this, I could maybe do a PhD and end up teaching. I think it's probably the most fulfilling thing I could aim for at this point. There are some scholarships available, and I can do both programmes part-time so that I can afford to pay the fees myself. It's not like I'm married, or likely to be any time soon, so this is something I can do for myself. Not often that it happens.

I've still got at least a year to think about it; I'll probably be aiming for Admissions 2012, if we're all of us still here by then. So yeah. How's about that, eh? Inception has literally single-handedly given me my academic passion back. God bless you, Chris Nolan.

I'm going to post a To Write list tomorrow. FINALLY. I've been talking about it long enough, and I sort of want to keep it all straight in my head.

Also, have a little ficlet (that I wrote for the fluff meme I pimped earlier).

Inception
Arthur/Eames
R

Arthur has always considered jealousy to be an emotion forever destined to be foreign to him. He's never been able to understand what makes men growl and tug their girlfriends/boyfriends/wives/husbands closer, tucked in against their body as they glare painful death at the interloper. If he's honest, he always thought them a bit silly, no impulse control whatsoever, weak to their more primal side.

Which does not even begin to explain why he's about a hair's breadth away from shooting their new chemist through both kneecaps. He's never missed Yusuf more in his life; only the fact that his cat is having a litter and Yusuf's been worried sick about her for weeks prevents him from calling him up and demanding he come in and pull his weight for a change.

The brazen hussy bats his eyelashes at Eames again, and Arthur snaps. Being who he is, he snaps very precisely and with a maximum damage area.

"Mr Eames," he calls, and Eames jerks around to look at him. Arthur narrows his eyes in satisfaction as Eames' smug smirk fades and his face goes slack at hearing Arthur's bedroom voice (which he's very well acquainted with) in broad daylight, and in the middle of the warehouse.

Eames comes over to Arthur's work area without being asked, pupils already dilated and licking his lips unconsciously. Arthur doesn't take his eyes away from the chemist as he grabs hold of Eames' tie, drags him close and whispers in his ear.

He has never behaved so unprofessionally on a job before; he honestly can't think what's come over him when he quietly tells Eames to go in the bathroom, take off his pants and wait for him. Eames' hips snap forward almost unconsciously, and he pants a little in Arthur's neck. He nods jerkily, pulls back when Arthur releases his tie and walks stiffly to the small stall in the corner of the warehouse.

Arthur holds the chemist's eye as Eames passes without sparing him even a glance, completely focused on his goal. He raises an eyebrow slowly, making his point. The chemist scowls, but turns back to his work with a huff. Only then does Arthur allow himself to push away from his perch on his desk and follow Eames into the bathroom, to makes sure Eames is sufficiently aware that he's spoken for.

Comments

[their-darkness.livejournal.com]

Oh, oh. That was great. Really powerful for such a short fic. I loved it!

[weeaboobs.livejournal.com]

we have got dates actually! HARD TO BELIEVE I KNOW.

[indira14.livejournal.com]

WHAT. WHAT IS THIS. You're ALIVE? :O

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...Oh god, you are alive. ;___; I'm so glad~ Neither you nor prettypriestess ever really update anymore D: I was beginning to think I'd have to spam your Inbox/shot RL must be hard on you D:

And oooh. At the University of Edinburgh? Would that somehow be related to a ~Duke of Edinburgh~ program, I wonder? Because I'll be starting that at the end of the year.

Your studies on social theory really does sound fascinating. I'm serious, because I've been reading up quite a lot on non-fiction... ~stuff~ as well. XD Unfortunately for me, like you, I've been brain with a brain that finds everything fascinating. DX I swear, I even devour the most arguably boring books like they were pieces of candy >.>

Your Arthur is awesome - did I mention that? I think this is the first fic I've read that has Arthur get ~jealous~ in a believable way.♥ I can almost hear the way he says Mr.Eames. XD

I'm glad you've decided what you want to do for the future~ I hope it works out well for you. :D

[photoclerk.livejournal.com]

SO. I was planning on stalking you and then all I did was clock on ONE LITTLE THING and I saw this
"We're gonna run out of cake at this rate

We only had three bits and we didn't expect such a rush"
AND I FELL IN LOVE OKAY.
*friends*

[prettypriestess.livejournal.com]

In other news: [info]prettypriestess. EMBER. EMBERRRRRRR. /poke poke poke We're gonna have to do something about our big bang. We're totally going to get caught with our pants down when they set a deadline one of these days, and I know that [info]soleil_et_pluie's getting a little frustrated with us. I know we're both stupidly busy, and there's The Boy to keep in mind, but could we maybe do what we did in the beginning, maybe write 1K a day? It's not much, but it'll start us rolling forward again. I'm totally sleep deprived right now from getting up at 7.30am every morning for over a week (I don't much do mornings), and I start my MA classes again this Saturday, but I think 1K or so is manageable.

UM. Um, I've been feeling kind of terrible about the whole collab since you finished it yourself, but omg. I totally missed this when you posted it and I am once more the worst collaber ever. D: Have I told you lately how amazing you are for finishing this? Because you totally are. Would you like an extra Christmas present or something? ;________; OMG, I missed your birthday, too. WORST FRIEND EVER.

Um, also, did you notice we've been LJ friends for about a year or something now? That's kind of impressive.

I also adore the Arthur/Eames fic at the bottom of this post. XD JEALOUSY. Always fun for fic.