ofvanity: (k/s.)
1. Yes, we have lists now. I uh, shit, okay. Please note that I tend to use lists as an excuse to just talk and never really make sense.

2. I recognize that the Inception fandom has more or less wilted into a handful of people that live the dream and [livejournal.com profile] _beetle_ filling all the rare pairs on [livejournal.com profile] inception_kinkbut to anyone out there still listening, which I don't doubt, keep the dream alive, my comrades. In the name of said dream, I recently prompted a Gen on the kink meme, found here. There are two anon!authors who have stepped up to fill it and just based on the sole fact that they've even graced me with their attention, I am here to pimp. Go henceforth, dreamers and support the cause and rejoice in these fillers. They did great work for me and I'm bound to do some ecstatic writhing.

3. Drive by recs:[livejournal.com profile] _beetle_'s Dude and [livejournal.com profile] sketchofsoda's Reaching My Threshold, because I do that now, I rec things. Anyway, these are both great WIPs that definitely deserve attention. On that rec'ing note, I bring forth the delicious account that[livejournal.com profile] everhaunting and I share, titled Consciously. We mostly string things up there that we want to keep track of but there is a specific tag we use for exceptional works called mind-blowing-lit. It covers all fandoms including but not limited to: Inception, X Men: First Class, BBC Sherlock, BBC Merlin, Star Trek Reboot, Harry Potter, Toy Story, Firefly, White Collar, Avengers, etc.. We've had to rebuild it since the relaunch and let's not get started on the Delicious relaunch because I like to just repress that period of my life. But if you'd like view our empire from it's former glory, it titled Gravitational.

4. I've been kind of radio silent lately, not that I'm usually talkative, but more so these days because I'm not really working on anything and working on too many things at the same time. Currently, I'm knee deep in college applications and things of the like, and working on a couple of pieces at once. At the top of the list is a Hank/Sean, for XM:FC, for [livejournal.com profile] everhaunting. It's a prettty straight forward PWP, and will probably be up sometime in the next week or so. After that, is a longer fic, I have dubbed The Acad AU or the Nightmare Child, and it's too preliminary for me to even feel comfortable talking to you guys about it. And on top of it all, I have schoolwork but hopefully, this will all blow over soon and I can get back to ignoring RL.

5. I saw Shame last night with [livejournal.com profile] everhaunting. I'm not going to review it, because I feel like my word holds no real weight for movie reviews, but guys. It was fantastic. There are some pretty clear plotholes, I'll admit, but Fassbender and Mulligan blew it out of the water. McQueen did some excellent work and everyone did excellent work and it paid off because it was a great movie. The NC-17 rating is no exaggeration, though, and it seemed a bit gratuitous to me at points, but not enough to diminish the power of the movie.


(6. ehaunting: I'm trying to read your update and spread peanut butter on crackers and it's NOT WORKING.)
ofvanity: (j/s)
Why is is that my regular talking needs warnings? Fandom scrouples~, discussions~, discrepancy~, beta love, and pretty much, extra thoughts on The Finest, for which this contains spoilers.

Usually, I have a nice little post where I rant about the fic I'm currently working on and when it'll be out and what kind of fuckery and jiggery pokery I traversed to get through it, but this time--not only am I super belated--I decided to talk about my asshole genius of a beta that does most of the magical fuckery that makes everything at least SOUND coherent, [livejournal.com profile] everhaunting. I've known EH since I was 13 and she's been my beta for at least, 3 of those years, on and off and I don't think I've ever stopped and really thought about the kind of shit I put her through.

Guys. Guys. Look at these chat logs.

Take note, this conversation went on at three or four in the morning and EH was purposely ignoring me. )

There was also a threat of scrapping everything at least twice, there was a moment when I was convinced the fic was cursed (two broken pens, one lost, the notebook binding tore, and this one time I was trying to write and couldn't concentrate with so many mosquitoes feeding of what is clearly delicious, delicious blood) and swore to drop out of school, become a pole dancer, move to Boston, marry a nice pole repair man and have 2.5 kids.

Beta appreciation, thoughts on characterization, an apparent lack of the ability to stop. )
ofvanity: (sholmes.)

 By this, I mean, just sort of talk and ramble or vent, depending on the situation. I think this falls under vent.

So, the last two weeks have been sort of in a whirlwind because I moved out of my house and into a new one so it's all been a game of box mazes and preparation and then moving heavy things in and bonding with my uncles that I only ever see when I want them to help me move. Which, okay, that sounds bad, but it's alright, because they got beer and pizza afterwards. And there's a family bonding exercise this weekend that I'm supposed to attend. 

The point being, there was heavy lifting up two flights of stairs whilst Chicago is being ridiculously, unnecessarily, stupidly humid. My uncle threw his back out, a family friend hurt his ankle, and I tore/strained/whateverthefuck some muscle in my calf. It'd been hurt earlier this month when I went to a concert at the Taste and, idk, pulled it or something, from walking? I never paid any real attention to it, though, and one day I woke up and POOF! it was fine. But this Sunday, I guess, I redid whatever drama happened last time and POOF! pain in my leg. Which, admittedly, I could go to the doctor or whatever, but all they'll do is give me pain pills and maybe a crutch and send me on my way. But I'm not down with that, so I am bearing through. That was, maybe, Sunday. Jesus, it was Sunday. It feels longer than that.

Ranting about an almost broken leg. \O/ )
Two. I want to clear something up, because I realized it sounded bad. Last month, I wrote some random crazy thing, in which, I mostly called Arthur a whore and Eames a martyr, and I said I was going wild because it was the second time that week I was going through withdrawal. I meant withdrawal from caffeine. And it makes me crazy and irritable because I get these insane headaches, that do not get any easier no matter how many times I have one cup of coffee and then do not repeat the action daily. Just making sure we're all on the same page here. (Don't do drugs. :D)
I think I'm done now. :) I'm going to go take a rather awkward and uncomfortable shower/bath-cleanliness thing.

(Also, I got a friend request from my cousin on Facebook this morning and it took me a minute to remember who it was because she's like, TEN YEARS OLD. Smh.) 
ofvanity: (cobb.)
Good morrow, kittens.

It is ten in the morning, I am updating from my phone and a few feet away from me, my sister is getting her teeth yanked out. Thus, I figured if there is anything to get my mind off the sound of the drilling and the phantom pain in my jaws, it would be posting on LJ. So, hi. (:

I've actually been meaning to post this for a while, I have been working on a fic that we should talk about before we go any further. Well, first things first, it's an Arthur/Eames, established relationship, post-Inception canon fic, wherein Eames is addicted to heroin. The ending product will range anywhere from 8-10k and I almost finished.

I've researched (read: skulked around the meme) other heroin/drug addiction fics in the fandom and found they mostly covered how the addict feels when they get high and their reason for doing so. I wrote this in Arthur's point of view, watching someone you love crumble.

I also wanted to explore the idea of how Somnacin and heroin interact and what that meant for the actual content in the dreams. The amount of nightmare fic, or lack thereof, for this fandom astounds me. I feel like there is so many dimensions which we have yet to explore, and all these corners are yet to be reached and scrubbed clean. Or something of the like. In any case, I am writing this fic as a bit of a character study and a bit as my own personal curiosity. (Why, yes, it is [livejournal.com profile] everhaunting 's fault, how did you know?)

That being said, I want to warn you. This fic has taken a lot out of me, as a person who has dealt closely and personally with addiction. I've been on both sides of the street and writing this put me in a dark place. I think it might've been just me, letting open the dark space in my head, trying to pour it and spilling it. And I think I need to establish that before I continue, that the fic is pretty angry, a bit dark for me in general, and explores a social relationship, but that in no way means the fic is a moral compass for how to deal with addictions, those who have addictions around you or any variation thereupon. 

I guess what I'm saying is, I'm writing this based on my own experiences and I in no way intend to offend anyone who has had contradicting experiences. I might be overreacting, but I just wanted to make sure we crossed all our T's and dotted all the I's. Don't quote me on this fic, not in the medical aspect, not in the psychological aspect, or any of the factual aspects, really. Don't let it cloud your own judgment, don't read it if you're expecting lighthearted h/c. 

TL; DR:This is the longest disclaimer I've ever written, but basically, this is a dark fic, in almost every aspect, it has crazy amounts of angst, it deals with a very tender subject, and I'm terrified of offending you, so please write if such a thing should occur. Other than it, it will speak for itself, I suppose.

I can hear the dentist finishing up, so I better go. C:

It's been.

Mar. 15th, 2011 08:50 am
ofvanity: (fischer)
A long fucking week. I don't usually use this kind of thing to actually talk, but I figured this was a week for firsts. That, and I can't think of a place I'd rather be than here, posting  about nothing. :D That, and I have to re-download about a million and a half songs to get my music library back. It was recently slaughtered and wiped clean. BUT HEY. You win some, you lose a handful of GBs. (Not including bookmarks, photos, and documents. Son of a bitch...) That, and I am a little tired of working on my monster baby that is up to somewhere around 28k.

Cut to ramblee. ) 
Is that it? Am I done rambling? I think so. I should probably work.


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