RIGHT. I CAVE.

[angelgazing]

As seen, um, all over my flist. (rebootuniverse, pyroclastic)

Give me a character/pairing and a word, and I will write you one sentence* of fic.



I have to be able to finish that, right?


* May actually be more than one sentence.

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[gyzym.livejournal.com]

AND YET I DOOOOOOO

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

YOU COULD NOT. NOT EVEN YOU ARE THAT MAGICAL. NOT EVEN YOU.

♥

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

I THROW YOUR OWN ICON BACK AT YOU

WITH ALL OF MY LOOOOOVE

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

YOU CAN NOT POSSIBLY THINK THAT WILL WIN.

I AM GOING TO WRITE THE WEDDING FOR YOU. THE WEDDING. IF THAT ISN'T LOVE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

PLEASE TO RECALL THE PICKING OF APPLES

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

ARTHUR SECRETLY JUST WANTS EAMES TO LEARN TO MAKE THE CIDER FOR HIM, OKAY. HE WASN'T THINKING ABOUT HAY AND TREES. JUST EAMES AND WARMTH AND DELICIOUSNESS.

[gyzym.livejournal.com]

ALSO NEITHER OF THEM FACTORED IN THE FRITTERS OF DOOM.

BUT REALLY, IN RETROSPECT, HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING CONSIDERED THE HAY AND TREES. EAMES IS REALLY, REALLY INSUFFERABLE ABOUT IT.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

EAMES IS THE MOST INSUFFERABLE EVER. BUT HE STILL KEEPS ARTHUR IN TISSUES AND OVER THE COUNTER ALLERGY MEDS AND HOT APPLE CIDER, SO MAYBE HE CAN BE A LITTLE BIT FORGIVEN FOR IT. MAYBE. PROBABLY.