{"@attributes":{"version":"2.0"},"channel":{"title":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/","description":"lezzerlee - LiveJournal.com","lastBuildDate":"Mon, 24 Nov 2014 02:46:17 GMT","generator":"LiveJournal \/ LiveJournal.com","image":{"url":"https:\/\/l-userpic.livejournal.com\/122727840\/14296936","title":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/","width":"100","height":"100"},"item":[{"guid":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/27437.html","pubDate":"Mon, 24 Nov 2014 02:46:17 GMT","author":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/27437.html","description":"This is for 2014 Inception Reverse Bang<\/a>.
Fic Title:<\/b> You're My Favorite Place To Run<\/a>
Author:<\/b> <\/a>freakykat<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing(s):<\/b> Arthur\/Eames
Warnings:<\/b> NSFW
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This feels very incomplete to me. I lost a lot of time to work on it due to my job, which I was finishing a major project and had to work overtime for two weeks longer than expected. I want to thank my author for being so patient.<\/a>","comments":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/27437.html?view=comments#comments","category":["arthur\/eames","inception","my art","irb","art","my stuff"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/27254.html","pubDate":"Mon, 24 Mar 2014 03:39:01 GMT","title":"Take Me To Your After Party","author":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/27254.html","description":"Take Me To Your After Party<\/strong><\/a> (5357 words) by lezzerlee<\/strong><\/a>
Chapters: 1\/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)<\/a>
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Relationships: Derek Hale\/Danny Mahealani
Characters: Danny Mahealani, Derek Hale
Additional Tags: Rimming, Marking, Casual Sex, Hook-Up, Derek Has Issues, Past Relationship(s), Past Sexual Abuse, Mentioned Kate Argent, Past Kate Argent\/Derek Hale, Bottom Danny Mahealani, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Derek's Life Is Hard, Underage Sex
Summary:

The night after the black light rave, Derek cleans up his apartment. He gets an unexpected visitor.<\/p>
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It’s that time, time to gather addresses and get prepared. If you’d like to receive a holiday card from me, please send me your desired shipping name, address, and also include 3 fandoms<\/em> you are in, in an ask<\/a> or a DM on twitter<\/a>, or a message on Tumblr<\/a>. <\/p>

I can’t guarantee any artwork this year since I’m extremely busy, and I’ll be sending my cards out a little early due to travel. But we’ll see! <\/p>

I tend to do non-religious, non-holiday-specific cards, and I do love to receive cards as well, so if you also send out cards, let me know, because I’d love to give you my info as well.

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Rebloggable on Tumblr<\/a>
Deviantart<\/a><\/a>\n\n

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Currently I'm making very slow progress on a Pink Undies Sunday<\/a> drawing. Stiles' face took forever to get it anywhere near I like it. It's a difficult angle and Dylan's nose is so hard to draw sometimes. Now to "research" erections in underwear...

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Rated:<\/b> PG-13
Warnings:<\/b> Homophobia, Family problems, outsider POV
Word Count:<\/b> 8,827
Summary:<\/b> Keith hadn’t seen nor heard from his brother in ten years. Eames brings Arthur to visit his family. A family he hasn’t seen in years. A family who only knew him as an angry, violent, confused young man. Eames has to face his father and the scrutiny he’s always felt for being gay.

Keith heard someone clear his throat expectantly. And then he remembered that his brother had walked up the drive with an extremely well-dressed, dark-haired man in tow. “Eames, are you going to introduce me?” the man asked.<\/a>\n\n

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I might clean it up later. Who knows.

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rebloggable on tumblr<\/a><\/a>
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Art for Inception Big Bang<\/a>

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It was wonderful working my author! Be sure to read the story!<\/a><\/a>
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I'll take prompts (I can't promise they'll be used) in comments here, or in my tumblr ask.<\/a>

First drawing of the week is Derek\/Stiles for bottledminx<\/a>!

I want a picture where Stiles is punching Derek in the arm, they’re both laughing, Derek’s shoulders are hunched and his head is ducked and he’s grinning hugely, so is Stiles, but they’re both pretty beat up looking and his lip is split and he’s saying “Stop making me laugh”
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Rebloggable on tumblr.<\/a>
My art tag<\/a><\/p>
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Word Count:<\/strong> 43,828
<\/span>Notes:<\/span><\/strong> IT'S FINALLY DONE!<\/a> I'm going to post the rest of the chapters to AO3 only, because I love AO3. They make my life so easy. Sorry the text won't be available on DW or LJ. This will include the "Shattered Beneath Your Fingers" chapters as well.
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Arthur taps away on his keyboard. It feels good to be functioning again. His mind is still fuzzy though, like there’s a barrier keeping him from making any significant progress on work.

It’s as if can see his goals but can’t concentrate hard or long enough to get there, a glass wall between him and success. When he finds that he can finally break through it, it still takes double the time it used to completing his task. Still, he’s managed to tap back into his usual communication lines and is caught up on any significant news since his disappearance from dreamshare.<\/a>\n\n

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Pairing:<\/strong> Derek\/Stiles
Rated:<\/strong> NC-17
Warnings:<\/strong> Bondage, Some blood, Underage
Summary:<\/strong> <\/span>They like to test each other’s boundaries. But when Stiles has Derek chained up in a train car, it’s all Derek can do to keep from wolfing out from bad memories and the fact that Stiles <\/span>will not let him come.<\/em>
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Derek smelled Stiles before he saw him, heard the steady beat of his heart, the reassuring rhythm that he’d become used to over the last year. He paused as he heard the clinking of metal against metal and knew that Stiles was sifting through the trunk of chains and restraints.<\/a>


Laura
<\/a>Pairing:<\/strong> Derek\/Stiles
Rated:<\/strong> G
Warnings:<\/strong> Mpreg, Puppies
Summary:<\/strong> Shameless fluff. Derek & Stiles have a puppy. I saw this pic<\/a> on tumblr. I couldn't be helped.

"Look how small she is. She can fit in my hands," Derek said as he held the little bundle of fur outstretched. She was so soft, so delicate. He listened to the steady beating of her tiny heart as she slept.<\/a>


Solidarity
<\/a>Pairings: <\/strong>Gen
Rated:<\/strong> PG
Warnings: <\/strong>Mentions of characters death (mother)
Summary:<\/strong> Stiles chooses not to shave his head.

Stiles picked up the clippers, a familiar weight in his hand. As he gazed into the mirror he took in his appearance. His cheeks were more gaunt than before, his eyes more bruised. He could see the stress of the last few months played over his skin.<\/a>
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WIPS<\/span><\/div>

I will defeat you!
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<\/span>MUPPETS: <\/strong>Miss Piggy\/Kermit Pegging<\/em>
Miss Piggy has her green little man all tied up and gagged. Kermit loves his full-figured beauty, but when she pulls out a bright pink strap-on, he gets a little worried.<\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames Sergeant Slaughter, My Big Brother crossover<\/em>
Eames takes Arthur to visit his family. A family he hasn’t seen in years. A family who only knew him as an angry, violent, confused young man. Eames has to face his father and the scrutiny he’s always felt for being homosexual.<\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames Bruises<\/em>
It started out innocuously. Eames always fucked up putting in his line: bruising himself, not securing it properly. So naturally, Arthur just started taking over it for Eames, because Arthur just needed it done right the first time. Cue: it became Arthur’s way of telling Eames that he loved him, putting the line in for him. <\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames Tattoo Shop AU<\/em>
17-year-old!Arthur wants an Escher tattoo. 25-year-old tattoo-artist!Eames recognizes his own fake ID when Arthur presents it, but gives it too him anyway. Arthur doesn’t exactly know what he’s getting himself involved in when he meets Eames.<\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames Smile<\/em>
Eames thinks it’s special the way that Arthur smiles at him, just before Eames shoots him out of the dream. He thinks the smile is just for him. Until Arthur gets shot in real life, and smiles, shattering Eames’ world.<\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames A Proust\/Clive Wearing fic. Memory Loss<\/em>
“Memory comes like a rope let down from heaven, to draw one out of the abyss of unbeing.”<\/em> - Proust
“Same as death. No difference between day and night. No thoughts at all. Can you imagine what it’s like to have one night 20 years long, with no dream? It’s what it’s been like. Just like death. In that sense it’s been totally painless.”<\/em> -Clive Wearing
How do you deal with a partner who can’t dream, who can’t create new memories? <\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames Beta!Eames\/Omega!Arthur<\/em>
Arthur’s heat comes on during a job and he’s forced to bow out early. Eames stays to complete the contract, which is hard on them both. In a world where Alphas are nearly uncontrollable, they get into an altercation where Eames has to defend them both.<\/span><\/p>

INCEPTION: <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames\/OMC. It’s Eames’ turn to pick.<\/em>
They pick up guys for three-somes all the time, but this time it’s Eames turn to pick and of course this is who Eames picks. It’s probably just to piss Arthur off. Eames is totally into him, but Arthur is totally a little grossed out, because he just can’t deal with two—two!—men who dress just to offend his eyes. But once they are both stripped down…<\/span><\/p>

TEEN WOLF: <\/strong>Derek\/Stiles Edging *JUST FINISHED!*<\/strong><\/em>
Derek and Stiles have been dating for a while. They like to test each other’s boundaries. But when Stiles has Derek chained up in a train car, it’s all Derek can do to keep from wolfing out, with bad memories and the fact that Stiles will not let him come. <\/span><\/p>

TEEN WOLF: <\/strong>GEN Stiles ADHD<\/em>
Ok, yeah, so he’s not supposed to eat junk food; Stiles knows that. Blood sugar, anxiety, his adderall wearing off: all he wants is a freaking soda. <\/span><\/p>

TEEN WOLF: <\/strong>Gen friendship There are wolves in the woods. (Real wolves fic)<\/em>
Stiles is alone in the woods. Nearly gets attacked by a rabid wolf, but a smaller one protects him. He doesn’t quite know what to make of it, but he gets the fuck out of dodge to his jeep and thanks Jesus-Allah-Buddha that he’s alive and only bruised up for his effort. But he can’t leave well enough alone, no. Stiles has to go back.<\/span><\/p>

TEEN WOLF: <\/strong>Gen? Maybe Derek\/Stiles Merry Chase (They have a plan for the Alphas)<\/em>
“They’ll run you down hard, Stiles.” “And I shall lead them on a merry chase. It shouldn’t be too hard; I’ll just need to throw a stick and shout ‘fetch’ really loud.” <\/span><\/p><\/a>

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You can read this entry<\/a> at dreamwidth<\/a> where it has \"comment comments<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/24361.html?view=comments#comments","category":["muppets","teen wolf","fic","wips","inception","goals"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/24210.html","pubDate":"Sat, 22 Dec 2012 23:34:07 GMT","title":"Holiday Art","author":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/24210.html","description":"So I made some art for my holiday cards & I figured I'd post them here too!

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Large versions are also posted on my tumblr<\/a> if you want to reblog them there.


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Comments are screened, but you my also PM me if you want.

ETA: Last call for cards is Friday Dec 14th 7:30PM PST<\/p>

And here is a preview the art I'm sending with the cards.<\/p>

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This was originally written as a pinch hit for Inception Reverse Bang<\/a>
Fic Title: <\/strong>Love is a forgery, if you let it.<\/a>
Author: <\/strong>\"[personal<\/a>lezzerlee<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Pairing(s): <\/strong>Arthur\/Eames
Rating: <\/strong> NC-17
Word Count: <\/strong> 5,894
Warnings: <\/strong> mentions of canon character death

Summary: <\/strong> After Inception, Arthur joins Eames for a job topside. He and Eames deal with their relationship and the idea of coming so close to losing themselves in limbo while they plan to steal back one of Eames\u2019 old forged paintings.
Notes: <\/strong>Thanks to torra_k and adelaide_rain for brainstorming help. Thank you to imprintofadream<\/a> and adelaide-rain<\/a> for beta-ing! You both rock!
I am misappropriating factual recent art thefts<\/a> to suit my needs, thus making Arthur and Eames badasses. With that I am also painting the Swiss in negative light due to my limited research (I\u2019m not an art historian) into the storage, appropriation, and sale of Nazi war plunder. I acknowledge that it could be read as offensive but I do not personally think Swiss people are corrupt or Nazi supporters, only that their government and banking system has been a bit shady about their dealings with Nazi seized art and gold.
Here are the suits that Arthur and Eames wear throughout the fic:
Eames\u2019 Airport Suit<\/a>
Arthur\u2019s gallery suit<\/a>
Eames\u2019 gallery suit<\/a>
Eames' & Arthur\u2019s Heist suits<\/a>. Which are from the beautiful artwork that inspired this story by chosenfire28<\/a>.<\/strong>


Arthur pulls his car into the airport terminal, moving right towards passenger pick-up and pushing his sunglasses up his head now that he\u2019s under the canopy. He searches the crowd for Eames, having received a simple text stating, \u201cCustoms.\u201d<\/a>



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My tumblr post of it is right here, if you want to reblog it.<\/a>


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Any critiques to help me improve are welcome. Feel free to comment here (even anonymously), email me at lezzerleee[at]gmail[dot]com or private message me with any feedback.

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Here is a link on tumblr if you want to reblog there.


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Title:<\/b> A Kiss To Build A Dream On<\/a>
Rating:<\/b> NC-17
Pairings:<\/b> Arthur\/Eames, Eames\/Robert, Arthur\/OMC's, Eames\/OMC's, Arthur\/OFC, Arthur\/Eames\/OMC, Mal\/Cobb
Warnings:<\/b> Dubcon, violence, abuse, prostitution, jealousy, sex under the influence of alcohol, cheating, canon character death, slut-shaming, misogynistic language, torture, blood.
Word Count:<\/b> 29,269
Summary:<\/b> During hard times in a fledgling country, Arthur struggles to define his relationship with Eames as they both work in Saito's brothel to make do. His future is put in jeopardy when two new customers bring two very different, very large problems to Saito's doorstep, threatening to take the business (and Arthur's livelihood) down with it.
Notes:<\/b> I've used some very specific tropes and untruths about what people assume it is like working in the sex industry. Please know that this fic does not represent my actual view of sex-workers, their lives, and their mentality. Many of them enjoy their jobs and are not forced into it due to financial obligations, or mental instability, or other problems.
Beta(s):<\/b> The lovely duckgirlie<\/a> who let me bounce ideas off of her and the amazing nightreveals<\/a> who swooped in and whipped this fic into shape. I love you both!

This fic was inspired by the absolutely stunning art by lick_j<\/a>. You can view the art master post here.<\/a>

I've also made a fanmix for this fic which you can download here.<\/a>


The din of the club is a steady hum around him, idle chatter, peals of laughter and the occasional raucous bellow of a drunk calling for another round of drinks. <\/a>

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While I liked the movie, I thought it was good, I didn't love it. I was expecting a little more. Maybe I got my hopes up a little too high? I don't know. But I'm not even a huge Alien fan. I'm a fan, but it's not my end all - be all of sci-fi movies. Saying that, I still think that the writing was lacking. I've noticed this trend with movies lately that the plot seems to focus on character development and scene setting and the first half of the movie. But when the action starts in, when the conflict arises, the movie rushes through to the end. It's as if the writers forgot that they had to conclude the movie, or they needed to include certain plot points so they throw them in. Dark Shadows suffered from this to the point of making it laughably bad. Prometheus had this problem as well, but not to that extreme. They started at a great pace, with awesome world-building and exploration, but when the conflict came about, the movie lost it's good pacing and rushed through the end. They stuffed too many things into it too late, and added little stories that didn't need to be added and really through me out of the movie.

So, to start out, I read a couple non-spoiler reviews that said if you really want to enjoy the film more, to ignore the first scene of the movie, before the movie title, the first few minutes or so. I have to say I agree. The entire scene (again, major spoilers in this post) is to show you the creation of life on earth. We are taken through as sweeping shot of beautiful, secluded, utterly still and crisp, and untainted nature. It's gorgeous: amazing aerial shots of landscape and waterways and just... Earth, (fake or not, I have to find out where they shot if it does exist) you are stunning!

But then we are introduced to a humanoid alien being who (for reasons unknown) sacrifices himself through the consumption of some alien bacteria or pathogen that disintegrates his body. He falls into a waterfall, landing in the pool of water below, where his destroyed DNA mutates and spawns life. It's all very very cheesy. Not enough for that "oh god, I have to cover my face and keep from making eye-contact" second-hand embarrassment feeling, but enough to make your face screw up into that "I just smelled a fart" look.

Thankfully after that we are then immediately taken to the future, on an archaeological dig where our first protagonists (Tom Hardy look-alike Logan Marshall-Green and Noomi Rapace) make their discovery of ancient cave paintings depicting the worship of giant humanoid aliens and a specific configuration of stars, that we learn are repeated throughout the artwork of many ancient civilizations during different times on Earth. Here, we are also introduced to the idea of our two scientist-friends having a slight zealousness towards the aliens. It's subtle, I'll get to my issues with this later.

Fast-forward again and we're on a space ship. We're introduced to David—you know it's never a good sign for your favorite big-dick, pretty actor in the film when the initial introduction to him is to point out exactly how not-quite-human he is—where we see that technology is greatly advanced, near perfect-looking androids walk among us, and there is the opportunity of suspended-animation sleep modules to travel for years at a time without going out your fucking gourd with boredom (if you've seen Alien, you should be familiar with this. But it is much prettier). Amazingly we see a tightrope walk of our android-boy seeming to be bored, then not seeming to be bored, because hey, he's almost human okay, but he's still a robot. There's some perfect bicycle-basketball hoop shooting, some creeper dream peeking, some Lawrence of Arabia, an ominous yet humorous "I want to be a real boy" scene (again, not boding well for robots), some language learning, and very very pretty tours through the gorgeous set that is the ship and all it's slick, colored-lit, sterile glory.

Alarm bells sound, destination reached, we introduced to our hard-as nails female antagonist. I use antagonist lightly here. She's not a bad guy, not really, but she is as harsh and ruthless and blunt and female, so of course half the audience is off-put by her immediately. I LOVED HER. And better yet, she's played by Charlize Theron, so fuck-yeah hotness! I mean the woman comes out of two years of pod-sleeping and is doing pushups while dripping wet on the floor.

So to compare her to everyone else, we get the standard "Oh god, what is this horridness? I must puke into tiny buckets and look distraught and sick," scene upon the rest of the crew waking from their sleep beds.

Our scientist friends are among the crew, and after a brief holographic orientation with a ridiculously made-up elderly Guy Pierce, we learn that Peter Weyland (Pierce) the founder of the expedition and creator of pretty, wanna-be-a-real-boy, robot dude financed the expedition as a "I'm dying, let's doing this" exploration project. The holographic recording indicates that he believes he will be dead upon the viewing of it, and he does look well on his way to having one foot in the grave. We get it, he's eccentric, and old, and pretty much a dick, as indicated by his "You'll never be a real boy!" comment directed at his android creation. Cue completely opaque foreshadowing of the Robot being evil because he obviously has some AI programmed feelings, and they just got trampled on. And we all know what a robot in pain tends to do.

Moving on, our lovely scientists rally up the crew behind their super awesome expedition plan to find our "engineers." There's a snide joke about discounting Darwinism, so you know that dude's gonna die, and an angry, cynical, tattooed, geologist who only wants to play with his toys and doesn't want to play with anyone else.

Oh, and there's Idris Elba, being hot and chill and practical, and somewhat of a troll. More on him later.

So landing the ship on an alien planet, they happen to come into atmosphere fairly near a clear constructed installation. What Luck! And our dear scientists are so very excited that instead of waiting for morning, like reasonable people, they decide to get right out and go exploring' into the depths of giant domed cave system. And then they get inside the dome and take off their helmets, because you know who's reckless Geologist dude, hereto-now now referred to as Angry-Tats releases some awesome cave probing bots, howls like a dog, and has a lot of posturing tough guy attitude, so you know he's going to die.

So, exploration, exploration, exploration, David doing whatever the fuck he wants without regard to anyone else, hologram, hologram and discovering of giant, decapitated, alien bodies. Queue angry-tats having a little freakout because he can't handle the idea of whatever the fuck killed these giant-ass aliens. He's a geologist, okay? He doesn't do living things. So now he's shit scared and going back to the ship, so guess what? Oh yeah, he's gonna die, but first, he's not gonna make it back to the ship because he gets lost, in a completely mapped and totally technologically guidable dome. And Darwin-dude follows him.

So, because everyone went out before nightfall, when they should have waited, of course a giant silica storm comes rolling it. Captain beautiful calls everyone back and scientist are scientists so they can't wait for that data even if they won't be alive to process it if they don't get their asses back to base, but no they have to pack up a heavy alien skull and drag it along with them. For reals, it has been there for thousands of years, it can wait until the storm blows over. I get it, it reinforces the idea that they are passionate and daring and complete idiots. Seriously, there are exactly four unreasonable characters on this ship and the main protagonists are two of them. So here they are, trying to outrun the storm, and this is the mother of all sandstorms, it's throwing debris the size of card decks around, sharp, black, volcanic looking glitter clouds of pain. Scientist girl has her skull, David has is pot of organic what-the-fuck that's he's snuck back without permission, because he does what he wants.

So they outrun the storm, Scientist girl drops the skull, goes back for it and gets blasted by the storm. Hubby runs to the rescue. I mean proper blasted, thrown twenty feet back; we're talking broken ribs and massive bruising here. And oh yea, did I mention the shards of rock flying about? That shit would rip through any fabric material in seconds. Their damn helmets didn't even get scratched, let alone broken by it. Practical, Captain Beautiful even made mention of the storm ripping through their suits easily, but of course, everyone is fine. Everyone that made it back to the ship that is, because Darwin-dude and Angry-tats are still in the structure. Uh, oh.

Captain-Beautiful is highly amused by this, seeing as how the two dudes stuck inside were the two dudes wanting very much to get out. So our two trapped friends are walking around the tunnels finding piles of alien bodies and getting more freaked out by the minute. I mean they find what is essentially a "Holocuast painting" of chest-bursted bodies crawling up each other to get to a door. And Captain, he's got a wicked, evil sense of humor so when one of the probes pings with "hey something's alive down here" he lets them know. Oh wait, it could be a glitch, but just so you two who are freaking out know, something is living and it's only a kilometer away from you. This moment is the only moment of camaraderie, or hints of true personal relationships we get between anyone on the ship that isn't Science-dude & girl, David & Bad-ass-chick. I think Ridley Scott needed to add more interpersonal dynamics of the team.

In the mean time Science-sisters are poking at giant, alien head, reanimating it with super science magic and exploding it in their lab. David is taking apart his stolen jar, finding inky black death inside, which he's not afraid to touch because he's not alive. Science-dude is sulking and drinking because Aliens aren't alive and he just wanted to have a conversation with them is all.

And this is where David goes from curious and reckless but generally not evil, to evil. Science-dude makes the unfortunate call of making fun of and pointing out that David is basically a slave and that his life is so easy. They have an existential conversation on the desire of wanting to know why they were created. And Science-dude points out that David doesn't have to question the motives of his creator because he doesn't have the capacity for desire. Also that humans did it because they could, and that should be good enough. Wrong answer Science-dude, your punishment shall be severe.

David takes some of that inky black organic material, the stuff he had on his finger, and styling dips it into an offered drink. And this is where I make sad face because Science-dude is pretty (I mean he looks like younger Tom Hardy) c'mon, why you gotta do him like that, son? I'm biased with my vagina, and my vagina liked him.

So up until now, the movie is pretty, but predictable. All the exploration is fantastic. I like stories where people go off to discover foreign lands. I even like the cheesy, over-zealous scientists willing to risk their lives and health for discovery! I like crew members with attitude, and computer graphics, I like the tension that comes before an attack. Feeling nervous about what's going to happen is more scary than the actual happening.

But first, obligatory sex scene. And worse, it's a sex scene that is the is started with a conversation that seems to only exist to make a horror scene that comes later in the movie even more horrible. The scene is horrible enough, talking about Science-girl's inability to have children is somewhat unnecessary. And since it's so abrupt in the conversation, it's nearly out of left field, it through me out of the movie. They have a running existential question throughout the film, about creating life, meeting your creator etc. But to throw the "I can't make life" in there was a bit off the point. There was no other lead up tension or information about them wanting kids. It just pulled me out.

After obligatory sex, Science-dude starts coming down with symptoms of sickness. You know the signs: fever, profuse sweating, thirst, and eye worms.

It's starting to happen. But instead of telling anyone he's infected and getting treatment immediately (because they have a super awesome, only 12 exist in the world, healing machine that could, probably cure him) he decides to go back into the tunnels. Real smart Science-dude, you have a wife, who you are going to just fucking die in front of.

But wait, what about Darwin-dude and Angry-tats? Oh yeah, they got fucked in the B by some penis-looking snake that when threatened, looked like a vagina cobra. Gotta love the Giger influenced design. So some acid mask melting, extreme throat fucking, and contorted bodies later, the surviving crew is back in the caves looking for their missing science-bros. Science-dude is getting worse by the second and collapses. They find the body of Darwin-dude, etc. etc. Everyone is scrambling back to the ship. They relay the need for quarantine and medical and when they get back to the ship, guess who's standing guard with a flame-thrower? Bad-ass practical chick. That's right, she's containing whatever the fuck this shit is off of her ship, thus saving herself, the rest of her crew, yada yada. For reals, I'd be that vigilant about keeping alien sickness away from me too if my only refuge was a contained ship with no escape and at least a two year journey back home. So yeah, bad-ass chick is ruthless and thus becomes an antagonist, but a practical antagonist at the very least.

While Science-girl-wifey pleads to get her husband treatment, her husband knows it's to fucking late and decides to sacrifice himself in the most excruciating way possible in order to save the rest of them. Dude walks straight at Bad-ass-chick demanding that she just fucking do it, because his head is already boiling with disease, might as well add flames to the mix to be proper-fucked in the pain department.

I should mention that burning alive is my all-time greatest fear. Like being burned severely and kept hospitalized until my nerves start growing back in, but I've no skin to protect the so just air-pressure from the door opening sets them off? Yeah that fucking terrifies me. More than aliens, more than Ebola (which hey, did you know Science-girl's dad died of that? How fucked up that her dad and husband die of gruesome infections! Thank you creeper-David for enlightening us to that fact later on.) and armed robberies (because I've been in a couple) an all that shit. Fire, man. Fire.

So, Science-dude chooses suicide by flame thrower and Science-girl flips the fuck out. Jump to her waking up on a med-table. David is at her side and mockingly comments on how inappropriate it is to ask her medical questions like "Did you have sex with your recently crispy husband?" and "It must be weird to see both dudes in your life you love die like that. I mean, what are the odds?!!" Way to be a dick, David. Then he proceeds to tell her that she is preggers, and we know that isn't possible since they were all podded up with tubes in them prior, and heyo, they showed the sex scene. We all know where that package was delivered from. But David has to go ahead and tell her she's three months along, because he's some sort of robot sadist. Weyland had some fucked up code working it's way around in that robot brain and somehow, kill people passive-aggressively was part of that mix. And David knows where it came from, because he's the one that infected them in the first place.

This is where the movie really starts to fall apart for me. I know that it's all horror from here on out, and action, and fighting and survival. But the way they rushed through the action parts after developing the world and the exploration so well, well it's sucked. They kept introducing creature after creature and you didn't know what came from where, what spawned from or on or in who, and JFC, is she's having the worst cramps of all time because she's rushing fighting her way out of med-bay to get to that super fancy fix-it-all machine. We get jumps in consciousness from Science-girl's point of view, which are accurate to the events, but the feeling was off. It didn't feel like we should be missing out on what's going on.

I forget, because it was a bit rushed, which happened when, but Angry-tat's alien hosted body shows up outside the ship and proceeds to kick the ever-loving fuck out of most of the crew. It smashes helmet and stuff like a monstrous silica storm couldn't, and then he gets run-over. Also, Science girl gets a fucking squid-monster cut out of her belly.

It's horrifying, and remember when I was talking about that scene, the sex scene, that was meant only to ratchet up the horror? That was for this scene. Because Science-girl can't have babies unless, apparently, they come in evil, life-sucking squid-monster form.

So, squid-baby free, Science girl wanders the halls bloodied and drugged out of her mind. Because everyone knows you can walk after having your entire abdominal muscle wall cut into, and staples slammed into your body. No swelling or anything! Well done future technology that does not actually employ future technology for the healing process. Science-girl wanders in on a secret chamber where David is attending and old-ass Guy Pierce who is (gasp!) not dead after all! We knew this due to hints and such, and we also kind of know that Bad-ass-chick is his daughter, even before she says it outright, which is so unnecessary. And So Weyland kept himself alive in suspended animation long enough to meet his engineers (creators).

Oh, wait, stepping back, I forgot to mention the "I'm a better child than you are" moment of David discovering a still living (in his own suspended animation pod) Giant-ass alien on an ship in the tunnels. That probe that found life? Well that's what it found. There's some sibling rivalry, and some Star Map (seriously, best part of the movie, that map was glorious), some flute playing and flubber pushing, and giant seat with that uncomfortable crotch protector that is way too difficult to get around when you're trying to get into the chair. Oh, and the Aliens were apparently planning to target earth with all this bacteria\/alien-parasite\/disease stuff and wipe everyone out.

Back to where I was, Weyland is here! He has a fancy mechanical suit that helps him walk! Science-girl is so fucked up and in pain and delusional that she makes the decision to go get answers instead of getting the fuck out. She wants to know why Giant-ass aliens want to kill humans off, and I'm just thinking "Bitch, they probably saw a signal boost of Jersey Shore or some shit and decided that all hope was lost."

But she's not out of her gourd enough to let Captain-beautiful know that he shouldn't let disease-town onboard and to leave if necessary. And Captain-beautiful is a smart man and agrees to that. Queue Guy Pierce funny squat walking, David playing some Alien version of Simon with light up buttons, and Giant-ass alien waking up and proceeding to fuck shit up. David get's his head ripped off, which is satisfying. Weyland gets his head bashed in, which is satisfying. Bad-ass-chick gets some closure, and Science-girl runs for dear life! Impossibly she runs, with staples in her stomach, after being hit in the cut with a gun, and leaps over the changing landscape to get near the ship.

She appeals to Captain-beautiful's sense of honor and correctness and believing in something like the greater good to take out the alien ship. Because Giant-ass alien dude is still gunning for Earth. He obliges, which I like as a hero character, but his character development didn't sit right with self-sacrifice even with the very direct way Science-girl appealed to his need to self-sacrifice in order to save Earth. Let's just say, they should have used Captain-beautiful more, to make his act of heroism more believable and well, because Idris Elba is brilliantly attractive and needed to be in my eyeballs more.

He ejects the escape pod, that Bad-ass-chick, who is a survivor, goes after, and then slams his ship into the alien ship to take it down! Hurray, our hero! This ship crashes, upright, and the starts to fall, and fall, and fall, and oh, wait it's coming straight for us!

I fucking hate what happens next. It is a Hollywood pet peeve of mine. Why the fuck do you run long-ways to try to get away from something falling? YOu don't run straight when a tree falls, you step to the side. You go the shorter distance to get out of the way. It's a whole lot less effort, and time-saving as well. Science-girl and Bad-ass-chick are in the path, so guess who gets smushed?

At this point I would like to congratulate Ridley Scott though on having the last surviving characters be two women, an asian, and a black man, and only one white dude. Thank you, Mr. Scott, for not killing a POC first, as well as not killing a woman first. And thank you for making your truly pure protagonist characters, the ones with no ulterior motives, or reckless streaks, be made up of minority characters.

Alright, so Bad-ass-chick gets a face-full of spaceship and Science-girl doesn't because some tiny-ass rocks were enough to hold the full force of a giant metal-ish ship crashing down on them with force. But whatever. Science-girl gets tot he escape pod ship, looks around a bit, and discovers that her little alien-squid baby might not have been so dead after all (The fix-it-all medical machine was in the pod btw). It has now grown to be a giant thing. I giant tentacle thing. I giant face hugger. So her pod is now totally unusable; she's screwed. And better yet, we find out that David is still functional and is warning her that Giant-ass alien is coming to get her. Yay. And that he does. But she's clever. She sicks her womb creature on him, much tentacle fighting is to be had. Giant-ass alien gets throat-fucked. Giant face hugger is like a convulsing vagina on top of him, and Science-girl gets the fuck out.

Now we're wrapping up, because who's left? That's right, David's head and Science-girl. But David is an android that has spent years studying all manner of ancient language, so he can fly one of this alien ships out. He just needs a little, you know, help getting his head into it (har har). And we have David's motivation for this. He doesn't die, he doesn't want to be a head on the floor for a millennia. We already saw him get bored after just two years on the ship. Science-girl has not other options. And here we go, the end. Except Science-girl wants to go to Giant-ass alien's planet instead of Earth, because she has nothing else let to live for or lose, and David is curious enough, or at least trapped enough to agree to it. Oh, and Giant-ass aliens with Giant face-hugger bursts out an alien from the Alien movies (Didn't see that coming at all).
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So to summarize some of my feelings on the movie.
Hurray for woman, and black and asian men, as pure protagonists!
Damn you writing for cutting out at the end. What is with Hollywood forgetting that they have to resolve stories until the last minute and rushing through it?
On paper, all the scientist's actions were like excited puppies, and passionate enough. But the emotion wasn't there. I didn't believe that they were zealous enough to make these reckless decisions. 
The exploration was amazing but the conflict was forced.
David was fantastic, but it's not a good sign when when your android character is the character with the most depth.No other character was developed enough.
Noomi Rapace is hot.
Logan Marshall-Green is hot.
Charlize Theron is super hot.
Idris Elba needs to be on top of me.
Wow that was really pretty.
Wow that was really gruesome.
NOT PHALIC ENOUGH! MORE GIGAR INFLUENCE PLEASE!
It's pretty bad when I can only remember two of your character's names, and that's because of your promotional material and not your actual movie.
I would like a Star Map night-light.<\/blockquote>
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Here is all of my drabbles collected in one post, or you can view the series<\/a> on AO3.

Week 1: Genre: <\/strong>Action Prompt: <\/strong>Banana
Title:<\/b>Remember That Job, With the Bananas?
<\/b>Warning(s):<\/b> None
Summary: <\/b>Arthur is never going to hear the end of this.

Arthur swings around the corner, hooking his hand on the wall to pull his moment into a tight arc. Eames nearly bowls him over, shoes squealing as he skids to a stop.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Arthur asks, gaping into the room. There are piles of bananas, hills<\/i> of them that reach the vaulted ceiling thirty feet above. A few cascade down in a yellow avalanche. The sweet scent is noxious, warm and overwhelmingly fruity as the insides of the piles rot.

“Fucking hell, this guy is demented,” Eames laughs.

“Or our architect has a very strange sense of humor,” Arthur replies. They’d seen bananas popping up randomly throughout the dreamscape. Arthur had put it down to the mark having a craving, but this<\/i> is something else.

“I don’t think Hillock is capable of humor,” Eames scoffs.

Snorting, Arthur recalls images of their stuffy architect grimacing as the team bantered during brainstorming, eating lunch alone, not even laughing at the fainting goats video he had found while taking a break from research. “Oh yes, he’s ripe<\/i> with personality,” Arthur says.

“That is an awful pun and you should be ashamed of yourself,” Eames scolds lightly. Gunfire sounds from the hall and a pile of bananas explodes in front of them, sending chunks and pureed mush splattering across their clothes.

Arthur squeezes off two shots, giving Eames time to run ahead, then dashes for the exit across the room. He turns back to fire again and slips on a peel, feet flying comically into the air in an awkward sprawl as he falls. He hopes Eames didn’t see.

Two shots ring out in the room and Arthur can hear Eames’ laughter as he chokes out, “Come on, let’s go!”

Arthur’s never going to hear the end of this.



Week 2:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Angst Prompt:<\/strong> Balloon
Title: <\/strong>Outrun My Gun
Warnings:<\/strong> Violence
Summary:<\/strong> Eames draws a heat away from an injured Arthur.

A loud pop rings out, sounding nothing like gunfire but abrasive enough to make Eames jump. The carnival is busy with families, kids holding animals made out of inflated, twisted rubber and the smell of fried dough fills the air. He’s trying to lose his tail before he wires a car and puts as much distance between himself and the great state of Texas<\/i> as possible.

Eames enters the house of mirrors. There’s less people in here, which he is thankful for; there were too many at the hospital. His reflection is distorted: blurred, pinched and grotesque; a perfect representation of how he feels. He’s been too long on the run, close to being caught.

All Eames can think about is Arthur, who is laying in a Huston hospital bed with tubes coming out of his body and two bloody holes punched through his chest. The sight of wet froth bubbling from Arthur’s sucking chest wound will haunt him forever. Eames had felt so helpless as he watched Arthur bleed. Now he has to run, because he killed the man who shot Arthur and the others don’t know about the hospital yet. All Eames can do is draw them away.




Week 3:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Romance Prompt:<\/strong> Molskine
Title:<\/strong> Discovery
Warnings:<\/strong> None
Summary:<\/strong> Arthur bought Eames a moleskine to take notes in. What Eames actually put in the book surprised him.

“I could use the help,” Arthur said, holding out a thin, black, moleskine notebook. The spine creaked when Eames opened it. Arthur shifted uncomfortably.

“Cheers,” Eames said, taking out a pen.

Eames appeared to take notes throughout the week but Arthur became suspicious when Eames failed to stop scribbling one day after the group was dismissed. He tugged the book from Eames’ hands, missing Eames’ flush of embarrassment as he flipped through the notebook. Each turn of the page revealed another drawing of himself.

It was striking how carefully rendered each drawing was. Arthur looked soft, vulnerable, and he wondered if that was how Eames saw him. His finger traced over an image of his face, following the curve of his lips, which were the most carefully detailed part.

Arthur looked up sharply as realization hit. Eames sat stock still, which was unusual for his fidgety nature. He was looking at Arthur with an expression Arthur couldn’t read. Arthur glanced down to the notebook, then back up, handing it back.

Eames reached up to take the book, but Arthur held longer and they tugged briefly before he let it go. Arthur turned, but paused before he could step away. He turned back to see Eames chewing on his lip, staring at the floor next to Arthur’s feet.

Arthur’s words caught in his throat. Clearing his throat nervously, Arthur found his nerve. “Eames,” he said, quietly. Eames looked up, the muscle of his jaw jumping beneath his skin. Arthur forced himself to continue, though doubt swelled in his mind. “Would you like to get dinner with me tonight?”

Eames stared at him silently and Arthur’s heart pounded in his chest. He waited for what seemed like ages before Eames answered. “I’d like that,” he said, lips quirking into a shy smile.




Week 3 (redo):<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Crack Prompt:<\/strong> "I am never doing that again."
Title:<\/strong> Put a Ring On It
Warnings:<\/strong> Language, blowjobs, abuse of food
Summary:<\/strong> Eames eats a doughnut off of Arthur's Cock.

Arthur was sticky, covered in an amalgamation of spit and sugar and sprinkles. His skin was splotched with rainbow dots as the food-dye coloring melted in his sweat. The room smelled like a bakery and Arthur might not be able to eat sweets for months when they’re done.

All he could think about was fried dough, and Eames mouth, and the fucking frosting stuck in his pubic hair, and how he is never going to do this again.<\/i> It sounded more than a little fun, at first. And sure he was always down to experiment in the bedroom. But the sight of a doughnut wrapped around his cock was just absurd and Eames eating it off was less sexy than he would have imagined.

Even now, with Eames sucking him down and swirling his tongue over the head of his cock, Arthur couldn’t take his focus off of the frosting flaking on Eames’ cheek and the grit of sugar itching on his skin. He just wanted to come so that he could get into the shower and wash the mess off of him. Maybe after he’d be up for letting Eames fuck him, but he could not — would not — remain covered in the crumby remnants of an unhealthy breakfast during sex.

If Arthur kept thinking of it, he would never come, so he closed his eyes and ignored how gross he felt to focus on the way his cock slid deep into Eames’ mouth and how Eames’ throat wrapped around it like a pulsating vice. He blocked out everything but the feel of Eames’ lips sliding along his shaft and the way Eames’ fingers stroked the underside of his balls, pressing sweetly on his perineum. Then Eames’ finger caught the sugar in Arthur’s hair, pulling uncomfortably and causing Arthur to crash right back into reality.

“Fuck, Eames, you need to stop,” he urged, but Eames took it as a compliment and sucked with more fervor. “No, Eames, I mean it. Stop. Fuck. I need to shower. I can’t.”

Eames pulled off, shooting him a stunned look, his hand still sliding along Arthur’s cock. Arthur pulled Eames to his feet and kissed him, tasting the sweetness of the doughnut on Eames’ lips and nearly gagged. “Shower. Lets do this in the shower,” he said as his winced his lunch back down. Eames nodded and followed him into the bathroom.




Week 4:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> High School\/College AU Prompt:<\/strong> Wet
Title: <\/strong>Kick, Extend, Cup, Pull, Breathe, Repeat.
Warnings:<\/strong> Language
Summary:<\/strong> Arthur has goals.

Reaching the wall, Arthur levered himself out instead of turning for another lap. His rhythm was off, his time was slow, and he couldn’t seem to push his body harder. The water slid off of him in a sheet, falling to the cement in a shallow pool.

He could hear the distinct breaking of water other swimmers surfaced and slid underneath again. With no small amount of frustration, he yanked his towel off the bench, dried himself, and sat to watch his team finish.

His eyes gravitated towards Eames’ lane automatically. He watched as Eames’ broad frame slid through the water. Arthur could see how the muscles of his back flexed with every stroke.

Eames was the best on the team, not only at breaststroke, which was Arthur’s best event, but at freestyle as well. He could go to state, maybe even nationals. Eames made it look so effortless gliding through the pool.

Arthur envied his build: lithe, but strong, not wiry like Arthur was. If he had Eames’ shoulders, his large hands …but thinking about Eames’ body was dangerous.

Arthur wanted to know what it was like to grip at Eames’ wide shoulders, wrap his legs around Eames’ narrow waist and feel the slide of wet skin on skin. He wanted to smell the chlorine in Eames’ hair and lick water drops off the column of his throat.

And Arthur wanted to fucking beat him: neck and neck to the very end just to stretch out a hair’s-width longer and touch the wall first; to come up panting, with Eames’ smiling at him, impressed.

Arthur stared as Eames pulled himself out of the pool, stood dripping in his speedo with chest heaving in gulps of air.

Arthur had one more year to try.




Week 5:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Fluff Prompt:<\/strong> Frame
Title: <\/strong>Settle
Warnings:<\/strong> Language
Summary:<\/strong> Arthur and Eames build a bed together.

“Ow! Bloody fucking … ow, ow , ow.” Eames sucked his finger into his mouth, pulling the blood to the surface to deaden his singing nerves.

“You all right there?” Arthur asked sardonically as he tightened another support screw.

“You just had to buy the heaviest sodding … don’t look at me like that!” Eames couldn’t help but smile. He was sucking on his fingers, whinging while Arthur sat in his t-shirt, cross-legged in the middle of the frame, smirking at him. “Yeah, yeah, back to work, I know. Bloody slave-driver.”

“We’ll have a whole new bed to break in,” Arthur said encouragingly.

“We can do all of that without the bed, Arthur,” Eames retorted. Arthur simply hummed noncommittally as he placed another screw.

A short amount of time later they were hauling a very thick, very awkward, very large mattress into the room. When they accidentally caught the edge on the doorframe, the rebound nearly sent Arthur into the wall. “Shit, shit, shit. I’m losing my grip,” he called, his voice muffled behind the block of foam.

“Why is it that we didn’t hire someone for this?” Eames asked.

After finally wresting the mattress onto the box frame they had placed earlier, they both collapsed on top of the bed, slightly sweaty and a little tired from their very minimal burst of effort.

“It’s itchy,” Arthur mumbled into the foam.

“That’s because there are no linens,” Eames provided helpfully. Arthur let out a small annoyed noise into the bed. Eames smiled and reached over to pull Arthur’s body closer to his. They laid there in a loose spoon position and Eames stroked his hand over Arthur’s neck until they both fell asleep.

When they woke, limbs tangled together, they both had a fine speckle pattern pressed into their skin.




Week 6:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Pre-Movie Prompt:<\/strong> Cheetos
Title: <\/strong>Reprieve
Warnings:<\/strong> Substance Abuse
Summary:<\/strong> Arthur Indulges

Arthur knocked on the door, two light raps hoping that no one was home, hoping that someone was. The afternoon sun caused sweat to loosen unruly curls from his pomade.

The door cracked open and wary, grey eyes peeked out from shadow. It was only a moment before Eames was ushering him to a weathered couch. A half-burned joint rested in an ashtray on the table.

Eames picked it up, sitting, lighting it and pulling a long drag. He held the smoke in his lungs, face pinched as he offered Arthur a hit.

Against his better judgement, Arthur accepted. Eames let the smoke from his lungs, tilting his head back against the couch as Arthur inhaled. He sat, mimicking Eames and coughed when he exhaled towards the ceiling.

It had been a while.

Arthur passed the joint back, fingertips brushing Eames' and his gaze followed a bead of sweat that slid from the column of Eames' neck to the open V of his loosely buttoned shirt. Arthur tamped down the urge I catch it, trace it's path with his tongue.

That too, had been a while.

Arthur hated being here, hated that Cobb had agreed to extract against one of the most ruthless businessmen in the world. Hated that he had to meet his contact in the African, summer heat.

He hated that he knew exactly where to find Eames.

And now he hated that he was indulging when he knew he shouldn't, and that Eames wouldn't have Cheetos, or Funyuns, or any other trashy American snack that the munchies will make him crave.

"Don't tell me you took that Cobol job," Eames said. Arthur took another hit, not answering. They sat in silence, passing the joint back and forth until the sun started to set.




Week 7:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Sci-fi Prompt:<\/strong> Cafe
Title: <\/strong>Future Starts Slow
Warnings:<\/strong> None
Summary:<\/strong> AU Neuromancer. Eames is new to the illegal trade of shared dreaming, his first real job comes from someone from his past.

The lighting was dim and green tinted. Bare bulbs hung down, creating deep shadows in the corners, the booths begging to be filled with whispered secrets and illegal transactions.

It was not your typical cafe. There were no lattes or mugs of tea. The only menu item was a thick, black coffee sludge. Not a single patron had a cup in front of them. It was a careless front, not even attempting to look like a legitimate business. Not uncommon for the sprawl.

It was exactly Eames’ type of place.

He waited for his delivery: half a million packaged in a sleek, aluminum case and an appointment with Yusuf to procure drugs later. Eames was itching to jack back in. It had been months since he’d gone under, since he felt the dreamscape wrap itself around him, the plane of shared consciousness melding with his own mind.

It had been months since he’d been able to shed his own skin.

A man walked in, tan suit reflecting the green lighting in a nauseating, nuclear-yellow glow. Every head in the room turned to look at him: out of place with his his light colored clothing; a middle finger to the art of hiding illegal activity in darkness.

“Mr. Eames,” he greeted, setting the case down.

“Arthur,” Eames replied warily. He wasn’t expecting to collide with his past so quickly in this new trade. Taking in the sight of Arthur, Eames noticed that he had an implant. A common plastic shell curved around his ear, attached to a chip in his temple. Eames still connected to old-fashioned way, a needle to his vein. He couldn’t afford the surgery.

“The deal,” Arthur continued, as if they didn’t have history, as if he couldn’t feel the ghost of Eames’ touch on his skin as Eames felt now. “You perform the job, you get to keep it.” Arthur nodded towards the case.

Eames’ bared his teeth, fingers twitching on the tabletop.“What are you doing here, Arthur?”

Arthur smiled back, his dimples showing, which made him look younger, like the boy Eames knew in a life he was too ready to forget. “Giving you a chance, Mr. Eames,” he said, standing to go. He paused a few steps away and looked over his shoulder. “We could be great together.”

More gravely he added, “I will<\/i> find you if you run.”

Eames was certain that was true.



Week 8:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Post-Movie Prompt:<\/strong> "Get the fuck over here."
Title: <\/strong>Don't You Wonder?
Warnings:<\/strong> Language
Summary:<\/strong> Arthur and Eames in their apartment after Inception

\u200b“Get the fuck over here,” Arthur said in a soft tone that completely betrayed his choice of words. He smiled, lopsided and sleepy, eyes half closed, and palm outstretched over the sheets lazily with fingers slightly curled.

\u200bHow could Eames say no to that? He stepped over, taking Arthur’s and in his own, warm from sleep circulation. Rubbing a thumb over the bones of Arthur’s wrist, Eames sat down on the bed, hips angled to his feet were off the bed but he could lean over Arthur.

\u200b“You know you look absolutely angelic when you sleep?”

\u200bArthur snorted, his then sighed when Eames pressed his thumb harder, massaging the palm of his hand. “It’s late,” he said after a few moments.

\u200bEames hummed in agreement. “Just tying up a few loose ends.”

\u200bArthur shifted, rolling onto his side to curl around Eames’ body. “I still can’t believe we did it,” he murmured against Eames’ thigh. Eames stroked a hand down Arthur’s spine, pushing the sheet with to expose more of Arthur’s bare skin.

"Cobb said that you didn't think it could be done."

"I didn't," Arthur replied, his brows knitting together.

"And yet, here we are." Eames bent down to kiss and Arthur rolled to meet him.

"And what are we going to do next?" Arthur asked, rubbing his hand down Eames' arm from where it had landed on his shoulder. Eames smiled and pushed Arthur's loose hair off his forehead.

"Whatever we want."

Arthur smiled at that. Flipping back onto the bed, he wriggled his way towards the head of it. "First thing I want, Mr. Eames, is for you to fuck me."

Eames laughed. Arthur looked amazing, beautiful and more relaxed than he had in years. It didn't seem real, having him here. Then the fear, the doubt after dropping down so far and under and so close to losing themselves swelled inside him. He shoved his hand into his pocket, feeling for his poker chip, assuring himself of reality.

"Hey," Arthur urged, grabbing his knee to ground him. "We're here. This is real."

"Don't you wonder though?" Eames asked, running his fingers over the grooved edge of his chip. Arthur smiled sadly at him.

"Every day." Then Arthur tugged Eames on top of him, kissing him so deeply it was like he was trying to consume him whole, and it cleared all other thoughts from Eames' head.




Week 9:<\/strong> Genre:<\/strong> Wildcard Prompt:<\/strong> Photo<\/a>
Title: <\/strong>Dream a Little...
Warnings:<\/strong> Language
Summary:<\/strong> Cobb still has a problem bringing unwanted transportation into dreams.

"What the everloving fuck is that?"

Eames glanced down the street, following Arthur's gaze towards something bright and yellow approaching with speed. His eyes narrowed in confusion as he tried to decipher what the object was.

"Is that a bloody Pokémon?" Eames said in disbelief as the object came closer. The yellow thing, which he could now see was some kind of bus, had the wide, maniacal grin of the show's most popular creature plastered across the front.

"Fucking Cobb!" Arthur sighed. They were in the middle of an extraction, nothing major, just a little something to keep keep Cobb from going (more) mad while his kids were in school. He had hours each day with nothing to do now that James was enrolled.

"Does Pokémon still exist?” Eames asked. “Is it still a thing?"

"I'm going to kill him,” Arthur hissed. “This is so far from professional." The bus passed by them with a soft whoosh. Eames could see it's plastic, moulded legs outstretched as if it were running.

"I mean it would have to still be a thing, right? Or else James and Phillipa are already little hipsters. Mal would be so proud."

Arthur scowled at him. "Eames, shut up! I need to think. We need to take that thing out. If the mark sees ..."

"Got it!" Eames cried as he sprinted towards the road. A motorbike appeared and Eames slipped on one of the sleek, black helmets accompanying it. "You shoot; I'll drive."

Arthur jogged over, pulling on his own helmet as he slid behind Eames on the bike. He wrapped one arm around Eames' waist as Eames threw the bike into gear and sped off towards the retreating demon-rodent.

Eames maneuvered the bike through traffic to catch up and Arthur started shooting at its tires. The hard shell made hitting the target difficult. When the bus banked left at an intersection, Eames nearly ran them into an oncoming car to follow after it.

"What did I tell you about dream ..." Eames shouted as he steadied the bike again. Arthur cut him off before he could bark out the whole sentence.

"Shut the fuck up, Eames!"

Suddenly, the back of the bike felt imbalanced and Eames fought the fishtail when Arthur fired a fucking RPG from behind him.

The rocket hit its mark. Eames dodged the bike to the side as the bus was obliterated into a fiery ball of yellow shrapnel, the heat from the flames blasting across the exposed skin their hands and necks as they passed it.

Arthur dropped the cannon to the street and the balance of the bike returned as they continued down the road.

"I'm going to kill him!" Arthur growled as he wrapped his arms tighter around Eames' body. Eames didn't reply, just started laughing into his helmet at the absurdity of it all. Arthur started to laugh as well. Eames could feel Arthur's chest contract against his back.

"Fucking Pikachu, really?" Arthur yelled.<\/a>\n\n

You can read this entry<\/a> at dreamwidth<\/a> where it has \"comment comments<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/21720.html?view=comments#comments","category":["arthur\/eames","ae-ldws","fic","inception","drabble"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/21287.html","pubDate":"Mon, 14 May 2012 16:56:14 GMT","title":"Fic: A Place In My Heart - Avengers, Loki\/Thor","author":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/21287.html","description":"\"\"<\/a> <\/span>\"\"<\/a>
Rating:<\/strong> PG-13<\/span>
Total Word Count:<\/strong> 1,033<\/span>
Pairing(s)\/Character(s):<\/strong> Loki\/Thor<\/span>
Warnings:<\/strong> Post-Movie (contains spoilers). Mentioned past sexual relationship that can be interpreted as underage. Dubcon undertones, non-sexual bondage, gags.<\/span>
Summary:<\/strong> Thor wants what he once had.<\/span>
Notes:<\/strong> Written for foxxcub's Avengers Kissing Meme<\/a>

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“Brother,” he whispered. Sharp blue-green eyes darted up to meet his pleading gaze. There was still fire behind them, the burning coals of anger and hatred and pain.<\/a>\n\n

You can read this entry<\/a> at dreamwidth<\/a> where it has \"comment comments<\/a>.<\/span>","comments":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/21287.html?view=comments#comments","category":["rated: pg-13","fic","avengers","loki\/thor","kissing meme","gag"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/21052.html","pubDate":"Thu, 10 May 2012 06:44:07 GMT","title":"Fanmix: Kingdom of Welcome Addiction ~ Dom\/Mal","author":"lezzerlee","link":"https:\/\/lezzerlee.livejournal.com\/21052.html","description":"I've been addicted this IAMX<\/a> album for inspiration in writing Arthur\/Eames for the last year now. If you recognize a lot of the lines ... um, it's because I suck at titling things.

I've applied how this album can be interpreted for Dom and Mal's relationship, prior to and after her death.

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01.<\/span> The Nature of Inviting<\/span>

I surrender to the power<\/span>
Next we're born again<\/span>
And with fixation on every sign<\/span>
I cannot explain<\/span>

I worship intoxication<\/span>
I took all the pain<\/span>
It's an appetite that you find that you throw away<\/span>

Survive the golden dreams you try to escape from<\/span>
but you surrender to the power<\/span>
to the only way<\/span>

I love you, I hate you<\/span>
I love you, I hate you<\/span>
I love you, I hate you<\/span>
I love you, I hate you<\/span>
But that's the nature of inviting<\/span>

To your recklessness and pleasure<\/span>
I purely commit<\/span>
Because everything that you are<\/span>
Is everything there is<\/span>

It's a vice of gold and dreams<\/span>
You try to escape from<\/span>
But you surrender to the power<\/span>
To the only way<\/span>

I love you, I hate you


<\/span>
After Mal’s death: Shade<\/span>

Oh Cobb, Cobb is so wrapped up in Mal. She is everything to him. She is everything he loves, and everything he hates all in one beautiful, haunting package. She reminds him of his mistake, of how he gave up his life for another only to have it taken away after all. Mal was terribly reckless to follow him into an experiment without thinking of the consequences. She chose to forget herself, forget her reality and her children. Though Cobb knew that it wasn’t real, he let himself be lost into her, into limbo. He gave in as well. He let limbo wash over him and he indulged in of a lifetime with her. Cobb in gave into the vice of unadulterated creation. And when he came back, forced her to come back with him, he created a chasm that he will never ever fill. She will always be something he can’t escape and her memory is tarnished with the years they stole together.<\/span>


02.<\/span> Kingdom of Welcome Addiction<\/span>
Do you remember your coming down<\/span>
Forced to take sides?<\/span>
Your taunted charm and your broken smile<\/span>
Touched me unexpectedly<\/span>

So long<\/span>
So long you've waited in line<\/span>
Desire is a gift in life<\/span>
So long<\/span>
So long you've left and arrived<\/span>
It's time for you to stay a while<\/span>

If you chose life<\/span>
You know what the fear is like if...<\/span>
You welcome addiction<\/span>
This is your kingdom<\/span>

Your fight for power<\/span>
For memories, answers and signs<\/span>
Will bring you through the dark to light<\/span>
Clear and redefined<\/span>

Too long<\/span>
Too long I waste for these<\/span>
Emotionally sucking life<\/span>
Too long<\/span>
Too long, you waste and right<\/span>
It's time for you to recognise


<\/span><\/div>
Before Mal’s death: Limbo

<\/span><\/div>
This song I think tells the story of limbo. A memory of how, at first, it was the desire to stay, to try something new, to experience and experiment the awe inducing power of the mind. To be with each other, to do the things you aren’t able to because of your life above. If you chose life \/ You know what the fear is like if... \/ You welcome addiction \/ This is your kingdom \/ <\/span>This is Mal. She locked something away, deep inside. She didn’t want to live in reality. She could leave her children and her life to escape from something. She was terrified of real life. And giving her limbo was giving her a drug, the way to escape. Your fight for power \/ For memories, answers and signs \/ Will bring you through the dark to light \/ <\/span>This is the moment that Cobb knew he had to leave limbo. He had to take Mal with him, to figure out how to convince her to come to reality. He knew, that above, he had his children and he had a life. Limbo was never supposed to be his life. After a lifetime with Mal in the dream, he wanted to live a lifetime in reality. But Mal wouldn’t go willingly and he had to convince her, somehow, that they needed to wake up, to be back in the light of reality, to escape.<\/span><\/div>


03. <\/span>Tear Garden<\/span><\/div>
I saw bright open commonsense<\/span>
I do evil things and evil things return<\/span>
And I'm praying on, I'm praying for me<\/span>
You can't hide, I remove from you<\/span>
Every tiny strength in everything you do<\/span>

I kick you down<\/span>
I'll break you with a tender touch<\/span>
And then the tears cried in the tear garden<\/span>
Will be for life<\/span>
And then the tears cried in the tear garden<\/span>
Will be for life<\/span>

In the west they have made a plague<\/span>
We have built the ship, sailed it to our veins<\/span>
God forbid anything should break that chain<\/span>

At our road, we connected through<\/span>
The biology of universal cruelty<\/span>
Send me home, return me to a lonely womb

<\/span><\/div>

Before Mal’s death: Denial<\/span>

This is the moment of realization for Cobb, when he knows that Mal hasn’t returned, not really. This is when he knows he has broken her, ruined her. He has infected her mind. But he fights it with denial, blaming her downfall on the technology, on the PASIV and its addiction. The power of dreaming was too strong for them both and they were helpless to it. It’s not his fault, though he knows that it is. So he punishes her and he punishes himself by looking the other way. At first he wraps himself in denial, thinking that she will miraculously recover.<\/span>


04.<\/span> My Secret Friend<\/span><\/div>
My secret friend<\/span>
Oh (I'll) take me (you) to the river<\/span>
My secret friend<\/span>
So we can swim forever<\/span>

You have loved<\/span>
You were not alone<\/span>
You have braved the weather<\/span>
When the storm cut you to the bone<\/span>
There was always shelter<\/span>

My secret friend<\/span>
I'll take you to the river<\/span>
My secret friend<\/span>
So we can swim forever<\/span>

In your skin<\/span>
To die a little death<\/span>
This time there's no code word<\/span>
When everyday frays in hollow ends<\/span>
Dream sweet love submissive<\/span>

Break my deepest promise<\/span>
Break my deepest promise<\/span>
Break my deepest


<\/span><\/div>
Before Mal’s death: Lost<\/span>

Mal is lost. She has a reality that she knows deep down is the correct one. All she wants is to return there, to be with Dom, to build a life with him. But as he tries to convince her that they are in reality, she withdraws. She can’t do anything else, he doesn’t believe her, but she knows<\/span>. And so she wishes for the other Cobb, the secret one who will create with her. She thinks about the beach, the water, and the river that runs through their home. She wants to give in to it, into the tide, the undulation of it rhythmic and soothing. She wants to go to where it is safe, where she is with the one she loves and they can live together forever. She dreams of it, she longs for it. She plans for it.<\/span>


05. <\/span>An I for an I<\/span><\/div>
You owe it to the willing souls<\/span>
To the white light<\/span>
Double bluff and figure<\/span>
An eye for an eye<\/span>

We go into the TV<\/span>
To the motherland smile<\/span>
Apocalypse and rapture psyche in<\/span>
An eye for an eye<\/span>

If you're not with us, you're a ghost<\/span>
An eye for an eye<\/span>

We owe it to disaster<\/span>
To the black fire<\/span>
The anger and enclosure of desire<\/span>
An eye for an eye<\/span>

We owe it to the sex toys<\/span>
To the icons of our time<\/span>
Humility and torture in decline<\/span>
An eye for an eye<\/span>

If you're not with us, you're a ghost<\/span>
An eye for an eye<\/span>

If you're not with us, you're a ghost<\/span>
Eye for an eye<\/span>
Eye for an eye<\/span>

We owe it to the TV<\/span>
To disaster<\/span>
To the motherland smile<\/span>
To the willing souls<\/span>
To the willing souls<\/span>
To the willing souls!


<\/span><\/div>
Before Mal’s death: Reality<\/span>

Mal immediately knows that something is wrong when she wakes. This is not her reality. This life of television, and daily life, taking care of her kids in a world so polluted. This isn’t where she belongs. She belongs in another place, where she can raise her kids in world of her creating, someplace beautiful, someplace safe. Cobb is supposed to come with her. He needs to wake up. He’s just a ghost of himself; he could be so much more. They could create so much more. She doesn’t understand why he doesn’t want to wake up, why he’s unwilling to join her. So she plans, a perfect way to show Cobb his error. She’ll take him with her, to their real life.<\/span>


06. <\/span>I Am Terrified<\/span><\/div>
You look good in leather in bars<\/span>
Breaking things, breaking hearts<\/span>
You look good in pleasure, in hotels<\/span>
Loneliness is the key to break that spell<\/span>

I am terrified, I think too much<\/span>
I get emotional when I drink too much<\/span>
I buy every cry, 'cause I don't trust<\/span>
I am terrified, I think too much<\/span>

In your blood, the fetish<\/span>
The prize of a million teasing moments blind<\/span>
Will release you from the circus, the railway<\/span>
But the gravity between us will keep us safe


<\/span><\/div>
After Mal’s death: Haunting<\/span>

He can’t get away from her. She’s dead. She’s dead, she’s dead, and she’s dead. But she’s there. She’s there in the leather bar they take the repressed, gay, married mark to. She’s sitting in the corner, smoking cigarettes like she’s twenty-five again, like he’s spotted her down the bar and can send a drink her way. And she’s so beautiful. But then she stabs Arthur between his ribs and her hands are covered in blood and she’s this hard, glinting diamond tipped saw, something too sharp to touch, tearing through his dreams. Cobb doesn’t want to remember her like this, this madness in her. He doesn’t want to dream. At first he tried to drink her away, stone cold drunk every night so he couldn’t go under. But then she’s just a blur, flashes of her smile, of her eyes in the faces of others. He can’t get away from her, not waking, not sleeping, so he gives in to her. He can’t help it; he needs to see her, to be with her, to promise her he’ll be with her that they’ll grow old together.<\/span>


07.<\/span> Think of England<\/span><\/div>
In the grip of a winter came love and greed<\/span>
Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat<\/span>
In the low-light comfort of Berlin streets<\/span>
The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat<\/span>

I was alone at the front line<\/span>
The message I was told was to try and find<\/span>
The joy of a lifetime<\/span>

I just can't think of England<\/span>
I can't see the picture<\/span>
I'm still running from the fire, the fire<\/span>

I just can't think of England<\/span>
I can't see the picture<\/span>
I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire<\/span>

In the twilight hours of nervous rest<\/span>
I bought the beast before believing the threats<\/span>
In a foreign field, I cut all regrets<\/span>
But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked up mess<\/span>

I was alone for the first time<\/span>
The message I was told was to try and find<\/span>
The joy of a lifetime

<\/span><\/div>
Before Mal’s death: Walking Ghost<\/span>

Cobb tries to get Mal help eventually. It’s too late, but he doesn’t know that yet. He talks with colleagues, anyone he knows who’s dealt with illness in dream share before. But what they were doing was all but unheard of. Very few people had gone so far down before, at least that’s the indication he got when he described Limbo<\/span> to a few of his veteran friends. Cobb frantically fights for any ground to bring her back, to convince her that this is reality. He takes her on a vacation to England but the trip is hollow and joyless. It hurts to see her float through the streets, not paying attention at all, retreating into her own mind. He tries to take her to talk to therapists (which she refuses). He feels like he’s alone, fighting against the world. And nobody can help him. It’s the same old story over and over. She should be fine soon. She’ll get better. <\/span>But Cobb knows deep down that she won’t. And the thought that no one knows what he’s dealing with, that know one can help, makes him feel so alone.<\/span>


08.<\/span> The Stupid The Proud<\/span><\/div>
God is dead<\/span>
We get to sleep tonight<\/span>
Walk with me into the truth<\/span>
Out of your lies<\/span>

Man equals woman<\/span>
I'm just the messenger<\/span>
Don't shoot me down<\/span>

The army, so faithful<\/span>
The killers of reason<\/span>
The grief for the crown<\/span>

The stupid, the proud<\/span>
They blow our houses down!<\/span>
The stupid, the proud<\/span>
They blow our houses down!<\/span>

Exalt yourself<\/span>
Do it to stay alive<\/span>
Serve your duty<\/span>
You must demand, they must abide<\/span>
Queer is the universe<\/span>
Habit the liberty, destructive in time<\/span>
Hunt down your future<\/span>
And everything you know is not enough to survive!


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Before Mal’s death: Anger<\/span>

Mal isn’t some passive passenger to her delusion. She fights. She becomes infuriated by Cobb, screams at him to wake up. Reasoning doesn’t work with him and sometimes she just can’t hold it in. He’s so convinced this is the real world. He’s so adamant that she is wrong. But she’s just trying to deliver the truth and he looks at her like she is crazy! She didn’t make this world the way it is, he did. This is his dream. She’s just trying to tell him, but he’s lost, that he doesn’t have to live in this world. These are not his children. This is not his life. He has no responsibilities here. He’s so proud. He can’t give up this life. This isn’t even their life; they have a better one back in reality. Mal doesn’t understand why Cobb is so attached to this dream. It’s destroying them. She hates him more every day. But she knows that she has to wake up. She has to die to survive. He forced her here, into this dream, but she’ll get him back into her world, no matter the cost.<\/span>


09.<\/span> You Can Be Happy<\/span><\/div>
You walked into the world<\/span>
As a super human boy and girl<\/span>
In the blinking of your eyes<\/span>
I was born and sold<\/span>
By your manifesto<\/span>

It's cruel world<\/span>
For small things<\/span>
But with the lies and luxuries<\/span>
And in in-between<\/span>
You can be happy<\/span>

You put me in a cage<\/span>
In the daily maze of flesh and rage (ooh)<\/span>
That I will follow every truth<\/span>
I won't let you go<\/span>
I want every tomorrow<\/span>

And now I am afraid<\/span>
You will blossom soon<\/span>
And grow and change<\/span>
There is so much I can't take<\/span>
But I will understand<\/span>
I will open my hand<\/span>

You can be happy<\/span>
You can be happy (it's cruel world for small things...)<\/span>
You can be happy (... but with the lies an luxuries...)<\/span>
You can be happy (... and in in-between...)<\/span>
You can be happy (... you can be happy...)<\/span>

You can be happy<\/span>

There's an open window<\/span>
And I can go through<\/span>
To the life of others<\/span>
There's nothing I can't do


<\/span><\/div>
Before Mal’s death: Falling in Love<\/span>

Their love is destined to be bittersweet, a tragedy of betrayal, of lost dreams. But they don’t know that yet. Cobb has just realized that he is in love. But he’s worried that he’ll lose her to someone else, that she’ll figure out that she is too good for him. He wants to assure her that he will do everything he can to make her happy. They can build a life together; they can be together and love each other. He just hopes that she can see that, that she’ll believe him. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do right now to give her everything that she wants, if she’ll just love him. This world can be a cruel and trying place, with its horrors and its trivialities. If they can just carve out a place for themselves, for their life together, than they will have everything they need.<\/span>


10.<\/span> The Great Shipwreck of Life<\/span><\/div>
We can make you understand<\/span>
We can make you understand<\/span>

Play with me<\/span>
You can make the love and I'll make the money<\/span>
Stay with me<\/span>
Shut out the world, live underneath the city<\/span>

Release cold gender bombs<\/span>
On chromonial closets, middle England<\/span>

Stay with me<\/span>
I'll be Peter Pan and you just be pretty<\/span>

To the brave and the petrified<\/span>
We all fall down<\/span>
To the slaves and the civilised<\/span>
We all fall down<\/span>
To the lovers we left behind<\/span>
The bad days, the good nights<\/span>
In the great shipwreck of life<\/span>
We all fall down<\/span>

Born, we are, between the hard black rock<\/span>
And the cold of the immortal<\/span>
Torn from cause from the flames of the brave<\/span>
And the bosom we can't return to<\/span>

We light up the bars of the world<\/span>
With the decadent distance of innocence, oh!<\/span>
Free, but sharp<\/span>
We could be the centre-line guiding through the dark, oh!<\/span>

Manifesto, black fire<\/span>
We can make you understand<\/span>
Of liberty and bright light<\/span>
We could make you understand<\/span>
We could make you understand<\/span>
We could make you understand!<\/span>

We can make you understand...


<\/span><\/div>
After Mal’s death: The Dream<\/span>

Cobb wants to believe her. He wants to stay with Mal, to join her in the world they built together. He doesn’t know what is reality sometimes, her totem his only guide when the memories of her become too much. She taunts him. She’s convinced that he will realize his error, that he’ll join her. She thinks she can make him understand that he is dreaming. But he knows he isn’t. Or does he? At night he stares at the ceiling and wonders if the crack in the ceiling is more real than the sand castles he and Mal would make on the beach. He remembers holding her hand, walking the streets they created, taking in the world. The made something beautiful. Is that not real? He remembers it. It was real to him. The dream, Limbo, is so sharp in his mind, still attached to his sense memory. Sometimes he thinks it would be so easy to give in, to escape this tragedy that is his life now, barred from his children, on the run. This is no life. His life is darkness. His life is sad phone calls peppered with harsh truths. No, daddy can’t come home. No mommy isn’t going to come home … ever.<\/span>Limbo seems so bright, so pure. And he understands why Mal could choose it over real life. He does. But he can’t abandon his children. He won’t. His life is bleak and he misses Mal so much, but he has to go on. He just has to make her understand that. (He has to make himself understand that.)<\/span>


11.<\/span> Running<\/span><\/div>
You sing for me, my friend<\/span>
Brave and confident<\/span>
And there is comfort between your breaths<\/span>
And I use sense to help<\/span>

But when the days beneath me<\/span>
Scream into my present<\/span>
I must always run the race on my own<\/span>

Your warmth is in my bed<\/span>
Your voice above the stairs<\/span>
And then the touching that comes regret<\/span>
Becomes my mercy chair<\/span>

Even when the sun is burning<\/span>
Saving graces<\/span>
I must always run the race on my own<\/span>

Oh the sinking and descent<\/span>
Of every saving word<\/span>
And the destruction of all convention<\/span>
And all corrupted thought<\/span>
Dig their nails into my optimistic shell<\/span>
I must always run the race on my own

<\/span><\/div>
After Mal’s death: Alone<\/span>

The words spill out of him like an overturned cup. He’s speaking them before he knows they are the truth, but they are the truth. Look at you. You’re just a shade. You’re just a shade of my real wife.<\/span> He could believe her offered truths, he could lose himself in Limbo again, but she’s not real. She’s not even close. She’s an imitation of the love they had, the passion. Her words are comforting little lies and he’s been guilty of indulging in them. If he lets go of her here, than he will only have his memories of her to live with. He thinks about what life would be like, all the memories filling their house. He can see her in their bed, sleepy eyed, lit by the bright morning sun. Cobb doesn’t want to be alone, to only have his memory. It would be so easy to keep here, even if it is only part of her, in dreams. But He realizes that he has to let her go. He has to move on.<\/span><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/a>

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Bruce’s face all the time. How Mark was constantly ill-at-ease and yet had a sense of humor, self-deprecating as that may be. He played Bruce Banner perfectly with his understated tension and anger. I loved how Tony respected the hell out of him as a scientist and could relate to him. How they had advice for each other, two semi-broken men with bodies just waiting to betray them. But Tony trusts Banner, and treats him like he does everyone else.<\/p>

I loved Natasha’s reactions to. Because as awesome as she is, as amazingly skilled, she was nothing against him and knew it. Even demi-gods are afraid of him and she had to face him down. She was fucking terrified, and vulnerable, and it was lovely! But then she recovered and was beautifully brilliant at taking controlled-Clint out. But can we just talk about how amazing she was with Loki? How she played him so hard. (Can we also talk about how in the hell did he get away with a line like mewling quim? How did that not get pulled?) I’m sure there was so much truth to what he said, what her reactions were, but she’s such a goddamn pro, on lockdown emotionally when necessary. She’s got a lot of strength to her, which keeps her so tucked away, and I’d love some character dissection fics of her and her internal dialogue and how she reacts to relationships. I mean it was obvious that Coulson knew what Clint meant to her, and Clint knew\/knows, and yet she’s still reserved about it. It’s beautiful that they made an emotional character out of her, and yet kept her in control of herself.<\/p>

Steve getting references! OMG, he got the flying monkeys joke. I love how he’s adapting, able to use touch-screen apps, but still confused about the technology when Tony is repairing the ship. I love that he paid his bet right out with the ship. Such and honest man.<\/p>

I love how Thor has grown, how he’s seen the errors of his war-seeking ways when he experience how that hurt people he cared about, or a world that wasn’t his. I love that he still leaves room in his heart for Loki, how he asks him back. He wants them to be brothers again! I hope hope for Loki redemption under Thor. I would hope that he could accept it one day, finally know that his family still loves him.<\/p>

All my Coulson feels. How he’s always sarcastic and a dry comic relief. And Joss just has to kill off the comic relief characters because he’s a grade A life-ruiner. It’s like Wash all over again! My heart just can’t take it! I really really hope that Fury’s secrets and the bit with the cards in the Locker are a play at Coulson not being dead. I mean both him and Coulson commented that the team needed a catalyst to bring them together, something personal. With comic-verse characters like that can miraculously be alive and I really need that to happen in this case. I just don’t think I can handle it if he’s really dead, because he’s my fucking favorite. I just love him.<\/p>

I loved each and every single one of Tony’s one-liners. “Clench up, Legolas,” to Clint just about killed me. And him calling Thor “Point Break.” Dying.<\/p>

The end credits were absolutely brilliant! They looked like the just stepped out of Comic-Con and the end of the day. And Tony forcing everyone to go get Shwarma with him even though they probably all want to go decompress on their own and lick their wounds. But they’re hungry and he’s insistent because he has equals that are friends and teammates now!<\/p><\/a>

 <\/p>I think I laughed harder at this movie than any of the other Marvel movies, but my heart hurts so much worse. I’m bursting with emotions that I have no system for dealing with right now.\n\n

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