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.)
Title: Men of Action
Author:[livejournal.com profile] ofvanity 
Pairings: Arthur/Saito, Arthur/Eames, Cobb/Saito
Word Count: 3100
Rating: R
Warnings: Semi-graphic sex, ridiculous romantic dribble, abuse of office supplies, my brain leaking out of my ears.
Disclaimers: Dear Mr. Nolan, I know I don't own these beautiful, beautiful people. I am also aware this never happened. But if you could just, y'know, make it happen, video it, that would just be fucking great. --Shameless in Chicago. (:
Author's Note: Guys, look, I am on like permanent jet lag right now because my sleeping schedule is COMPLETELY INVERTED. True story, I'm only awake for a few hours of sunlight, it's ridic. Anyway, this took me longer than I would have liked because my brain was like "ENGLISH. QUE?" I wrote this for this prompt on [livejournal.com profile] inception_kink. I want to apologize to my OP, actually because I  meant to write actual sex for this and my brain said, "QUE  ES  EL  SEXO?" So that didn't go over too well. Last but not least, a nice little nod to my beta and enabler,[livejournal.com profile] everhaunting, for sifting through the meme when I lost the link to the prompt and y'know, pretty much functioning as a drug dealer expect for slash. Kudos, comrade. 
Summary: Arthur and Saito start having casual sex and when they learn of this development, Cobb and Eames decide to stake their claim.


It begins at the start. )

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