It's aliiiiive!

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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.

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Dude, winter is vicious over here; we get temperatures well below -10C! It's nothing like the Russian winter, of course, but we do get the weather fronts down from Russia in the north, and let me tell you, it's Not Pleasant. D: I miss the lovely, mild UK winters! )':

My period is ridiculously irregular if left to nature. Ever since I got it in the first place, I've sometimes skipped months. So I'm taking the mildest form of contraceptives, just to regulate the bugger (it's damn useful when your dad is an ObGyn). Thankfully, I'm not having any issues these days, apart from being a hormonal bitch every 28 days (like the rest of the female population of the world).

Re: Big Bang -- Jesus, okay, fine, I'll tell you already, just don't come crying to me when you get hooked and it's not done yet, okay? XDDD Here's the summary we've concocted: Ninjas IN SPACE! Join Soragakure's pirate ship captain, Uzumaki Naruto and his crew of misfits on an epic adventure, spanning whole galaxies as they fight to gain control of a viciously dangerous viral mainframe, parts of which are contained in the partly-cyborg bodies of nine men and women all over the known universe. Enemies become friends and friends become something more in a frantic race to outrun the unscrupulous Akatsuki organisation and the corrupt Alliance of space cities and steal a weapon that may mean the end of creation as they know it. Cool, huh? We have to hand it in by 14th Nov, so I'm spending today and tomorrow writing like a woman possessed, and hoping Ember will have the chance to jump in there and lend a hand! DDD:

Re: the military -- I have a strange relationship with it. See, there was this guy. (Yeah, yeah, I know, pathetic or what?) He was the most ridiculously smart person I'd ever met (at 15); he was two years older than me. (You can see where I'm going with this, yes?) Thing is, he graduated at the top of his class, with a bright future in any field he wanted to go into -- and then turned around and joined the military. For the longest time, I was so damn pissed at him, I thought he was throwing away his life, his future, and for what?? (You have to understand, the military over here is nothing like the Glorious US/UK Military that they base films on. In here, it's mostly 'do as we say, not as we do').

So yeah. In the years since, I've come to respect military men and women a hell of a lot, but there's still that vicious piece of personal history that sours my relationship with it. Yes, I was probably an ignorant kid that didn't know what she was about; it doesn't make any difference. You're quite right, though, I am a tenacious, stubborn biatch in pretty much any aspect of my life (that doesn't have to do with making myself happy -- in those aspects I tend to fail miserably).

So, after this rant, let me tell you that the Duke of Edinburgh scholarships sound brilliant. I still don't think it's anything to do with the University, though.

Re: dimensions -- actually, according to the latest string theory (Michio Kaku is a fucking god), there are twelve dimensions of reality. Read "Parallel Universes" by Kaku, I fucking swear by it. Have you watched "Through the Wormhole" with Morgan Freeman on Discovery Science yet? Fascinating stuff.

Re: Arthurrrrrr. Hmmmmm. I kind of see them switching, much as with any other pairing that I ship. I do not at all support the theory that Arthur is a Bottom, that he is exclusively the submissive partner, because were they watching the same film I was??? Arthur is a freaking BAMF!! Also, Eames is awesome. It's been months now since my phone's background has been anything but Tom Hardy.