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oh joy
I am at hospital, it is 11am, and we have nothing scheduled until a tutorial at 5pm.
AND MY SEMI-COMPLETED CLINICAL ETHICS ESSAY, DUE TOMORROW, IS AT HOME, WHERE I CANNOT WORK ON IT. GRAGH.
Clearly it's a day for mooching around on the computers doing very little of actual use. AMUSE ME, LIVEJOURNAL. Are you caught up in the vortex of concentrated fandom insanity and miracles that is Inception fandom? Has something else captured your fannish heart? Have you recently purchased a fierce new dress or pair of shoes and wish to wave pictures of them in the face of my empty bank account? (I just got the online Cue catalogue for spring '10 and ;______; fuck I want all. of. the. dresses.)
Basically, save me from having to study cardiology. Is what I am saying.
AND MY SEMI-COMPLETED CLINICAL ETHICS ESSAY, DUE TOMORROW, IS AT HOME, WHERE I CANNOT WORK ON IT. GRAGH.
Clearly it's a day for mooching around on the computers doing very little of actual use. AMUSE ME, LIVEJOURNAL. Are you caught up in the vortex of concentrated fandom insanity and miracles that is Inception fandom? Has something else captured your fannish heart? Have you recently purchased a fierce new dress or pair of shoes and wish to wave pictures of them in the face of my empty bank account? (I just got the online Cue catalogue for spring '10 and ;______; fuck I want all. of. the. dresses.)
Basically, save me from having to study cardiology. Is what I am saying.
tom hardy is wearing a speedo, then the dog is wearing tom hardy's speedo
THAT'S IT EVERYBODY, THE INTERNET IS OVER. YOU CAN GO HOME NOW. GOOD JOB GUYS.
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fuck me his tattoos are SO STUPID jfesdhfasjh whhyyyyyyy
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AT LEAST YOU HAVE WRITTEN REAL FICS. LIKE. TWO OF THEM!!!!! ONE OF WHICH I HAVE NOT EVEN HAD A CHANCE TO REVIEW OR SAVE TO DELICIOUS.
ME, ALL I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO DO IS WRITE HALF-ASSED MEME PROMPTS AND FLAIL. and like. what. what is this fandom, i make like a 5-word LJ post and PEOPLE MAKE FANART AND FANFIC ABOUT IT.
WHAT IS THIS LIFE. I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF KARMIC IMBALANCE. DJF;ALDSF. IT MAKES ME TWITCHY. LIKE at some point the fandom police will realize that i am not actually...........doing anything and they will come and arrest me and make me finish the 8 million fics i've started in the last month dsfjkl;asdjdsklf. actually. can they come sooner, i really think i could get a lot done while in jail. :|
(his. tattoos. i . what. but. you know, he is actually FUCKING BRILIANT, so his tattoos must be stupid ON PURPOSE. like, AN IRONIC META-COMMENTARY ON THE PRESUMPTIONS WE MAKE AS WE GO THROUGH LIFE ABOUT THE VALUE OF AESTHETICS AND THE NATURE OF ACTS PERPETRATED UPON THE BODY. AND ALSO ABOUT HIPSTERS AND HOW THEY THINK EVERYTHING HAS TO BE INTELLECTUAL, INCLUDING TATTOOS, WHEN REALLY WHO THE FUCK CARES IF YOU WANT A LEPRECHAUN ON YOUR DAMN ARM. like that. )
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(Maybe -- maybe he realised that if he did not do SOMETHING to mar his body he was just going to have to spend the rest of his life carrying around a plank of wood with which to fight off the constant onslaught of men and women who wanted to LICK HIM.)
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Vintage coat in silk twill I bought online, which arrived a couple of weeks ago. I still haven't had a chance to wear it in public (because it's bloody hot over here).
I swear I really just happened to have that cigarette in my hand when I remember that I'd promised
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“Here we go,” Mallorie breathes, fingers already flipping switches and pressing keys, reaching to inject the somnacin. Dom moves just as fast, excitement shimmering between them like waves of heat, the hiss of the machine--
--the wind in the orange blossoms. The strange blue of the sky. The spiralling staircase leading up to the tallest tree.
“You are afraid we won’t wake up,” Mallorie realizes.
I'm not saying we should both get paid days off to just FINISH some writing, but, well, I'm totally saying that.
ETA: WELL HELLO TYPO, NICE TO SEE YOU.
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Cookie in return ~
Arthur catalogues as they walk, locking down the aesthetic of the place; it's not a city, but it's also too landscaped to be pastoral. In the dense shade of a pergola they're overtaken by a couple of projections on bicycles, who have disappeared by the time they emerge blinking at the base of a small hill. The gazebo on top has a three-tiered roof and stands out, shocking bone white, against the grass and trees. Yusuf is leaning against the railing; he lifts a hand when he sees them and jogs down the hill.
Ariadne looks around. "I thought Eames would be here."
"How big is this place?" Arthur asks.
Her mouth thins in concentration. "Pretty big. Let's try the parterre." The French r catches easily on the back of her tongue.
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ALso, develop an immediate stress response to the sound of ALL PAGERS.
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I'll be back mid-to-late September for a couple of weeks (because my visa's expiring). When are you leaving? I promised to take you shopping. :D
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He deals in the currency of secrets and the niche business of deceit, and that is all that remains of the boy she once knew.
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The epic has reached the point where I scroll despondently through the document and can no longer tell if I like it or not. Blah. Let's have another cookie-proffering, that always cheers me up.
~
Arthur rolls his shirtsleeves down and fastens the cuffs, one then the other, his fingers slipping on the buttons. On close enough inspection his arms are the arms of anyone in the industry: veins speckled with scars from cannula after cannula. He can tell a tech his five best access points and three more for emergencies, and the veins of his right inner elbow were blown four years ago. He's stopped donating blood.
"Christ," slurs Eames, beside him. "It's even worse up here."
Arthur leans back in his chair. If he fumbled his cuffs then he's not risking standing up. "Sleep it off."
"Yusuf, fix a man a saline cocktail, for pity's sake." Eames waves his wrist.
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Stop seducing the reader with your knowledge of medicine and world building! *throws another cookie at you*
“He did have something interesting to say about the sort of drugs he’s using to induce the shared state,” Mallorie argues, taking a sip of coffee. She’s awake at 5:00 A.M. to compensate for the time difference, though she doesn’t really mind. Ever since her pregnancy with Phillipa, she and Kalinda have made a habit of weekly chats via webcam.
“One interesting bit does not a real scholar make,” Kalinda says, then turns as the door slams on her end. “Oi, Eames! That had better be real curry you have this time! I’m Indian, I know things!” She faces the camera once more. “That’s the latest addition to the team. Ace forger, but I’m sort of glad he’s freelance. I get the feeling he’s not quite--legal.”
“Be awfully boring if I was!” says a voice off-screen.
Kalinda holds up two fingers in his general direction, laughing. “Anyway, before I go to lunch, I’m thinking of visiting the States in September. I theoretically could make it to Paris around your anniversary, but I know you two will be busy being disgusting together.”
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\o/ FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS.
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so I just drew this and I don't know why, maybe it will bring you some cheer
the poor ties.
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I am having a minor clothes crisis because a large percentage of mine are so old they are now wearing out and I am sort of wearing them anyway in the confused hope that this will magically regenerate them.
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Arthur's FACE
<3
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It was worth a shot.
All I can think right now is how my life requires a) more cardigans b) more tattoos. LIFE HARD.