Birthday has come and gone

So now I'm 26. That happened.

Also, I am beginning to think that I have dug myself a fairly deep hole with this summer of faffing about (and not reading nearly as much as I ought to have done) as far as prelims are concerned. SIGH. The problem is that I've reached this point where all the things I read--since they're so narrowly focused--are beginning to sound alike. It's like, yes, translation is hard to theorize but that was said in 700AD. MUST you repeat it in every book, article, novel, poem, etc. to mention translation from now till the end of time? Because I do not want. So I'm avoiding reading for prelims. That's stupid, I agree, but I'm doing it anyway.

Also, in case anyone missed it, there was a segment of pure genius on The Daily Show last night. Staten Island is the only borough in NYC that hasn't supplied a supreme court justice and Wyatt Cenac goes to see if he can find the most qualified candidate available.

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart	Mon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Staten Island Supreme Court Justice
www.thedailyshow.com
Daily Show Full Episodes Political Humor Tea Party

Also, I have a music rec. If you don't know Pomplamoose, I suggest you start with their cover of Don't Wanna Miss A Thing. It's a song I have never been entirely fond of but I am re-evaluating that opinion based on the awesomeness of the cover.

Leave Behind My Wuthering, Wuthering Heights

Title: Leave Behind My Wuthering, Wuthering Heights
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: I think Arthur is a little OOC in this but...it's the traditional TA/student thing. I kinda think that has to be OOC.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 2,442
Summary: Arthur's the TA for Professor Cobb's Victorian Lit class. Eames is annoyingly personable with the cashier at the bookstore and may or may not be trying to sleep with Arthur for an A.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: Eames is currently a student enrolled in Cobb's class, ____ (you pick, something intelligent, please). He's also got this embarrassingly-huge crush on this guy he met at the bookstore (twice) who wore a three-piece suit. That's all fine and dandy, until he finds out that his crush, Arthur, is Cobb's new teaching assistant.

The title comes from--and if you don't already know this, BE SCHOOLED--Kate Bush's song, Wuthering Heights. I am putting the video behind the cut cuz I know some people are deeply offended by the awesomeness of the dance. So, be warned. Kate Bush is waiting behind the cut.

Also. Extra credit for anyone who spots the History Boys ref. Alsoalso. This is, like, an old man by Inception fandom standards. I wrote it about a month ago.

( Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy, I've come home / I'm so cold, let me in at your window )

Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name (a.k.a., Eamestown)

Title: Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name (a.k.a., Eamestown)
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: I thought kitten!fic was crack. And then I wrote this. And now I know better.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 3,034
Summary: There's a little town in New Jersey where everyone knows and loves Eames. The team ends up there accidentally after a botched job and hi-jinks ensue.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: rthur needs to get a taste of just how much he fails to appreciate his Mr. Eames. Cue FANGIRL ATTACK. IDK,, just make it so that Eames is something of a celebrity in whatever town they happen to be in--maybe they go back to his hometown? And Eames is a former rugby star or something (guh), and Eames is constantly swamped with starstruck girls (and of course guys) who think he's the greatest thing ever.

I DON'T KNOW. BUT I WROTE IT.

( THIS MUST BE WHAT GOING MAD FEELS LIKE. )

Idle Hands

Title: Idle Hands
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: This is nearly a month old. What. It's a total geezer by the standards of this fandom.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 2,075
Summary: Civilian, non-criminal life does not suit Arthur. He gives it his best shot, though.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: Arthur is actually attempting to have a normal life after the events of Inception... find a normal job, have normal hobbies, you know, things that don't involve dreams, guns, explosions or death. It's ... not going well.


( Lighten up while you still can )

Can You Picture That?

Title: Can You Picture That?
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: This ended sadder than I originally intended. There have been calls for a sequel. It is in the works. It will be happier. Probably.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 1,750
Summary: Backstory!fic. When Arthur first vets Eames for a job, he discovers thousands of pictures and a MySpace page. This is, obviously, a terrible idea for a criminal. They begin a long-term argument about Eames's penchant for photography. Arthur begins to collect the discarded photographs when Eames leaves them all over the warehouse.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: Arthur realizes how much of a fucking camera whore Eames is.
I should make a separate list for the mopey fics I write. I quite like how this one turned out, though, even if it took a sad turn at the end.

( Photographs and memories / All the love you gave to me / Somehow it just can't be true / That's all I have left of you )

I Won't Mind (if you take off all your clothes)

Title: I Won't Mind (if you take off all your clothes)
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: I MADE CRACK AGAIN. WHAT.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 1,446
Summary: Arthur makes a list of ways in which all the wild monkey sex he is having with Eames is getting in the way of Work. They try to refrain for a bit but that...backfires.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: Arthur and Eames try to make their relationship less sexual by trying to stay off sex for a while. When they both realize that this is impossible, they try to seduce each other to make the other break before themselves.
PS - The title (and the cut-text) is from Ida Maria's song I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked. BECAUSE OF THE APPROPRIATENESS OF IT.

( What the hell do I do this for? You're just another guy. OK, you're kinda special. )

I Can't Hide, I Can't Hide

Title: I Can't Hide, I Can't Hide
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: Beware of Beatles overload.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 1,452
Summary: A love story told via the greatest of all love songs, I Wanna Hold Your Hand. A story in 5 parts.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: "'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding. Trust me. I've thought a lot about this."
I warned you once, I'm warning you twice: there be Beatles in this here fic. And a whole helluva lot of hand holding. Also: extra credit for those who spot the (somewhat glaringly obvious to a certain extent) reference to Doctor Horrible.

( Oh yeah I'll tell you something )

You Can Be As Loud As The Hell You Want

Title: You Can Be As Loud As The Hell You Want
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: Ummm...sex? There's sex. Just so you know.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele. And I have no say in real people's live and DEFINITELY no inside scoop.
Word Count: 1,017
Summary: Joe and Tom get a bit...distracted..during an interview. The cast runs interference. Marion is more awesome than awesome and proves it.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: To the horror of everyone watching, Tom and Joe decide to have sex in the middle of an interview with the entire cast.
The title comes from the Avenue Q song and the jump text comes from Macy Gray. CUZ THAT'S HOW THIS FIC ROLLS. It's a MAVERICK.

( Your mama told you you should be discreet and keep your freak to yourself. But your mama lied to you all this time. She knows as well as you or I that you've got to express what is taboo in you and share your freak with the rest of us. )

Never Catch Him Looking Up, Never Looking Down

Title: Never Catch Him Looking Up, Never Looking Down
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: Ummm...this is The Sadness. I pulled out all the stops and made myself a bit melancholy for the rest of the evening after I wrote this. I don't want to spoil the ending but it is Not Happy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 2,075
Summary: The ups and downs of having been together for so long and the thing that's hovering over them all the time.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: They have been a couple for many, many years in the real world. Decades. They are now old men, their relationship still as strong as ever, though as flawed as any other. I want one of them (whichever inspires you most, I'm not picky) to reminisce on their life together and realize that soon one of them will die. They panic at the thought of being alone, but don't want to leave the other alone either.
The title comes from a Laura Marling song called Failure.

( I gave up something and I gave it up for nothing then I'm a failure too )

When I Paint My Masterpiece

Title: When I Paint My Masterpiece
Author: ifeelbetter
Warning: Rome (and my love of Rome) features prominently in this fic. And my past as an art student.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value besides one truly awesome ukulele.
Word Count: 4,666
Summary: Arthur is and art student trying to learn something important from a trip to Italy. Eames messes with his plans.
Notes: Prompt from inception_kink meme: One of them is an artist and needs a muse.
The title comes from Bob Dylan. Unlike other fic that I title from song lyrics, this song had a LOT to do with the fic as I was writing it.

( Oh the streets of Rome are filled with rubble and ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think you're seeing double on a cold dark night on the Spanish stairs. )

I AM NOW UP-TO-DATE WITH MY KINK_MEME FICS. JUST IN TIME FOR THE NEXT ROUND, WHAT.