just a second, it's my favorite song they gonna play

[angelgazing]

Last night, I wrote this little thing for aredblush. I think it's probably going to end up being part of a bigger verse/story which is... uh, an Arthur/Eames Catholic boarding school AU. Because apparently there is not a situation that I am not willing to turn into an Arthur/Eames AU.

And I mean, aredblush and I went over this on twitter a few nights ago. (Again, I'm angelgazing there now, too, if you want to follow me... just let me know that you aren't a bot!) and basically it's a story of being in love with the person no one thinks you should be. It's having to come to terms with who you are and what you want and learning to be okay with that, in face of everything you've ever been taught. It's Arthur being so fucking in love that he isn't content with just whatever place he can carve out for them, because he wants more, he wants it all, and he wants Eames, and it's all he can do just to hold onto that.

Or possibly it will be based around the premise of Stigmata. Because I fail at originality.

Or I won't write any of those things, because they sound hard, and like the sort of thing that is above my paygrade. Maybe I'll just write ridiculous and fluffy Christmas fic, instead, but I have no ideas for it because my brain hates me and wants me to suffer.

I think it's rebelling against finals.

Comments

[popcorn-orgasms.livejournal.com]

--basically it's a story of being in love with the person no one thinks you should be. It's having to come to terms with who you are and what you want and learning to be okay with that, in face of everything you've ever been taught--

AHHHHHHH!!!!

-- It's Arthur being so fucking in love that he isn't content with just whatever place he can carve out for them, because he wants more, he wants it all, and he wants Eames, and it's all he can do just to hold onto that.---

SWOONS! Definitely not above your pay grade. I read the snippet and I love it. Its so subtle, the little touches (to his hips), the way I can see them breathing in each other's space, the rain--the RAIN (Idk, I have a thing), the soft way Eames replies and of course he's going to go inside when Arthur asks...and Arthur will let himself be late because he wants to have this moment with Eames...and Eames touches his cheek--that's all, he just touches his cheek...and it's everything, it's enough but it's not enough, the way that nothing is every enough when you're a teenager because all these things--rules and life and your history and the structure confining you in and all the things you're wrestling with--tie you in while you're also spiraling apart.

And the way Arthur is thinking, thinking, thinking and hyper aware of them, who they are to each other and all the sensory details. OMG there's nothing like first love, and there's nothing like first love when you're trying to come out. And I need to go finish my paper before I expire because this snippet and idea took my breath away.

YOU WIN THE INTERNET, My Friend. THE INTERNET.

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

Ah, oh my gosh you are awesome. LOL I'm really, really glad that you liked the snippet and the idea! I'm just, I don't know, a little bit terrified? It's so grand in my head, and I am not the best at, you know, grand things. Ridiculous I can do! Terrible humor I've got down! Grand, and deep, and with a side of heavy religious angst because they are being raised in an environment that says God made them, and God is infallible, but THEY are wrong... It takes subtly, I think, and I have got the heaviest of hands with these things, and ANYWAY OMG THANK YOU.

♥♥♥

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

um I want this suddenly more than I want air.


(and guess what, I want air pretty badly, big surprise).

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

But do you want it more than ballroom AU?

*Cobb squints*


(Seriously why are all my writing projects big and scary? *whines*)

[foxxcub.livejournal.com]

PLEASE WRITE THIS I WILL GIVE YOU COOKIES

[angelgazing.livejournal.com]

BUT WHAT KIND OF COOKIES.

[foxxcub.livejournal.com]

HEART-SHAPED ONES. WITH A JUICEBOX.

[delires.livejournal.com]

because they sound hard, and like the sort of thing that is above my paygrade

This is exactly me with SO MANY stories.