Went to a BBQ at a friend's house this afternoon for Labor Day. I realize I'm pretty much the least social person ever, but oh my god. I love her dearly! I wanted to punch her friend a lot. I can't decide if he's an asshole or an idiot, and after one too many "well, what do you expect, she's a girl" comments followed by YET ANOTHER BOUT of not attempting to keep his kid from pushing people, I had pretty much had enough and made an early escape.
Now I'm irritated and tired.
Instead of doing something like homework, I've been working on this story. It started off as comment fic. It was 500 words, and I was just going to clean it up a little bit and post it. It's now 5000 words, and still needs a better ending put in, so, lord, it'll probably end up around 6k, at least. I have no idea how this happened, and it is absolutely the most ridiculous thing in the world. I sort of love it. If I knew what shame as anymore I'd have it.
( Ridiculous fic thing, so you all can start judging me before I even post it )Honestly, I don't even
know what this is anymore.
Have a couple of recs, for some fic that's actually good!
Les Jeux Sont Faits by
tequilideas. A stunning look at Arthur and Eames. It hurts, but in all the best ways.
“All romances are tragedies, darling,” Eames said, finger still holding Arthur’s place, pressed between pages that were filled with nostalgia and fantasy. “Some of them just end before they get there.”En haut et en bas by Anon (
weatherfront?). This was done for the prompt, "Mal made them do it." It doesn't go at all like you expect. It's sad, and it's hopeful.
Eames remembers this because that's the moment that he falls in love.Uploaded this for someone else earlier, but if you're interested
Panic! at the Disco - Skid Row