Christmas Post #2: Arthur/Eames, academic!AU

Title: That's One Way To Spend Christmas
Author: ifeelbetter
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value.
Notes: So it looks like I'm not writing my Inception bigbang anytime soon. Prelims, student papers, eating/sleeping/breathing and other things are taking up too much of my time. But this is more-or-less the world I was writing for. Eames is teaching an Intro to Dream Science course at some university and Arthur is the best student he ever had. Also. Arthur was all Problem Child at first but then they impressed each other and then they flirted outrageously. And THAT, ladies'n'gents, is what you missed because of my schedule-of-doom.

( An eclectic mix of Christmas music and a stack of awful papers does not the season of joy make... )

Christmas Post #3: Arthur/Eames, musicals!AU

Title: Falling In and Out (of Holiday Cheer)
Author: ifeelbetter
Disclaimer: I own nothing of value.
Notes: Sort of on-topic for jenna_marianne? But so also very not. We're back in my Eames-is-mostly-Gene-Kelly and Arthur-is-at-least-two-thirds-Cosmo-probably AU. And now it's Christmas.

( Next year all out troubles will be miles away... )

Peoples of the Internets: Jersey makes the best people. FACT.

My undergrad adviser--from Jersey, Land of Awesome--was in town for a meeting of the Historical Poetics Society (this is a made up thing--it's actually a bunch of awesome people who know each other from grad school who like to hang out and chat about poetics because they have so much awesome in them, it must overflow)...and she stopped me during the break to say hi.

I should probably mention now that she taught my mother before she taught me and that my mother died two years after I graduated from undergrad.

So my former adviser--she asks me a couple of nonchalant questions about my mom (who she really liked) and then...when I was telling her a couple of the things that make me happy but I forget seem horrifically tragic to other people (like my mom decided she was going to teach herself Spanish in the month before she actually died because the hospice sent her a nurse who spoke very little English and learning a foreign language when your own grasp on reality is slipping is the kind of solution my wonderful, wonderful mother often came up with)--and my adviser teared up and gave me this giant hug, right there in the middle of all our colleagues.

I have so much love for this lady. I can't even put it into words.

(I also, in my effusion of Feelings, pre-ordered her book that's about to come out at the end of the month. This makes no logical sense but, dammit, I have feelings.)