Yesterday I read 4 amazing Arthur/Eames fics, and they were the same fic from different angles, and the fic was this.
- I thought of you and where you'd gone. by gyzym.
And what Arthur has let himself remember is the wrong things, the panic in his eyes because he'd never done this, the way he'd been apologizing from the start. And what Arthur has let himself forget is the right things, Eames pressing his fingertips too hard into Arthur's collarbone, the way he had imagined the prints lingering there, rough and yellowed and tasting of terrible curry, long after he was gone.
- protect this house. by atomicskull.
Eames always remembers first meetings. The ones that stand out in his memory, like they’re made of light, are those pertaining to the people he keeps close.
The memory of first time he met Arthur has become so surreal that sometimes, when it ends up curling around in his memory late at night, he assumes it’s embellished or just flat out fake. Arthur to him is the long hair, easy little grins, crisp clothes, quiet energy that will lay you flat out on your back.
- En haut et en bas. by weatherfront.
"You'll remember that," says Eames, promises, "you'll remember the important things. Don't worry. Like the way you put your hand on her stomach and first felt the baby kick against the touch-- or the way she balanced her papers on her knee as she made notes in the margins-- the important things, you'll never forget. What you do forget, you can always invent."
- A Permanent Condition. by suaine.
They don't talk about their feelings, but they learn to talk about the important things. Whose turn it is to take out the trash and what they'll have for take-out, which job they want to take next and what to get Cobb's kids for Christmas.
They don't have to talk about the future, because it's theirs and they'll fuck it up and fix it together.
What I love about Inception fandom is that it is a hivemind. no fic can be written in a vacuum. No fic can be written without engaging and assimilating and absorbing these general movements of ideas and dynamics and thoughts about pain and loss and love. What I love about Inception fandom is the fact that I read all of these fics on the same day, and they were all amazing, and they all spoke to me about time, and memory, and loss, and building something out of pain and mistakes and time and maturity and the mutual understanding that what you are both choosing, above all else, is love. What I love about Inception fandom is that all of us are writing the same story, advancing it thread by thread, weaving it together, even when we think we're just sitting on the sidelines. It's so incredible. It's one of the most incredible fannish experiences I've ever been a part of. <3
weatherfront: YES AJA THERE IS ALWAYS CUDDLING, ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. EVERY NIGHT. AND HALF AN HOUR EACH MORNING AS ARTHUR SAYS INCOHERENT THINGS INTO THE PILLOW AND EAMES IS LIKE "THERE, THERE."
bookshop: AND THEN THERE ARE ALL THE TIMES ARTHUR MUMBLES, "GOD, I LOVE YOU" INTO THE PILLOW AND CUDDLES CLOSER AND EAMES IS LIKE :o :"> AND JUST WRAPS HIM UP AND NUZZLES HIS SHOULDER, AND THEN ARTHUR JUST SETTLES AGAINST HIS CHEST AND SIGHS AND PROBABLY SNUFFLES, AND IT'S SO STEREOTYPICAL, BUT IT'S ALSO THE GREATEST, BECAUSE HIS HAIR GETS ALL MUSSED WHERE IT'S RUBBING AGAINST EAMES' CHIN, AND HE HAS TO TOTALLY UNWIND LATER BECAUSE HE FELL ASLEEP ON HIS RIGHT ARM AND NOW IT'S TOTALLY PAINFULLY NUMB, SO HE HAS TO DO THAT WHILE NOT WAKING EAMES, WHO IS JUST TOTALLY WRAPPED AROUND HIM, SO ARTHUR TRIES FIRST TO SETTLE HIS ARM BENEATH EAMES' HEAD IN LIKE A CRADLE, BUT THAT'S AWKWARD, SO THEN HE TRIES TO TUCK IT UNDER THE PILLOW, BUT EAMES' OWN ARM IS ALREADY THERE, OH, RIGHT, SO THAT'S WHERE HE PUTS IT WHEN HE'S THE BIG SPOON, AND THEN ARTHUR FINALLY GIVES UP AND JUST SHIFTS ONTO HIS STOMACH AND PILLOWS HIS HEAD ON EAMES' STOMACH AND HOOKS HIS THIGH BETWEEN EAMES' AND WRAPS BOTH ARMS AROUND EAMES' CHEST, WHICH IS STILL NOT IDEAL, BECAUSE EAMES HAS TO BREATHE AND ALSO ARTHUR'S BACK WILL BE KILLING HIM IN THE MORNING, BUT THAT'S OKAY, BECAUSE EAMES IS WARM AND HE'S ALREADY SUBCONSCIOUSLY STROKING A HAND THROUGH ARTHUR'S HAIR, AND ARTHUR DOESN'T MIND BECAUSE HE KIND OF THINKS THEY'RE IN LOVE.
out-of-context, the sequel:
"Let me not to the sexual intercourse of two lust-ridden young minds admit impediments," says Eames dryly.
Arthur flicks a cigarette. "Va ta faire mettre," he says.
"You don't really speak French at all, do you?" Eames asks, smirking. "You just googled some shit and wrote it down in one of your notebooks, didn't you?"
"Je voudrais ta vois manger les merde dans la moleskine," says Arthur.
Eames' cock twitches.
Totally jumping topic threads: The Big Bang, H/D mods & I have a Serious Business Question that we've (I've) been putting off asking for far too long.
Does anyone know anything about MSQL Databases? Because our joomla forum has managed to COMPLETELY DISAPPEAR off of our website and we have no freaking idea why. All of the files are still there, which means all the art is still accessible from the website. But the artist and fanfic review forums are totally wiped, and when you try to access the former url, you get a messy string of code that none of us nkow how to parse because we are not PHP savants. D:
We want to file a support ticket with Dreamhost, but I have no clue what to even tell them the problem is. "Help? website eaten? Urp?" Can anyone shed some light on this? Anyone? Help? *makes puppy eyes at the universe*