♠Sex Lines are Expensive Comedy

Is this more, this more than I can take?

2011-03-06T16:12:57Z

Adri made me write a thing. It's a companion piece to something she wrote - just from Eames' PoV instead of Arthur's. SADLY that means none of the dialogue here is mine, much as I would like to claim I had come up with quite a few of these lines myself :'|

Not going in the fic journal because I'm too much of a lazy bugger to remember the password, awyeah.

Fandom; Inception
Characters; Arthur/Eames
Rating; NC-17? I ASSUME since that is what hers was
Word Count; 2959 fucking words at last check
Summary; It's two teenage boys in a closet, okay. What do you think?

Despite himself, Eames was having a hell of a good time. Or he had been until they'd ended up hiding in a closet with Arthur giving him that look that he always gave him whenever he was either blaming him for something or wanted him to shut up.

Or, as in this case, a bit of both.

So, okay. Maybe he'd had a little more to drink or more to smoke than was advisable for keeping his wits about him. And maybe, just maybe, he may have insinuated a few things about some people's sexual orientations and their mothers that was ill-advised given the obvious size disparity.

What did it matter? They'd get over it.

Bored quickly of watching Arthur try not to have a conniption over this whole affair, Eames decided it was best to try and busy himself somehow until it was safe to enter evasion mode. "Ah, it's gone out," he complained under his breath, bouncing his spliff between his fingers while he tried to remember if he'd picked up his lighter before they took off.

"You actually brought that?"

It took Eames a bit not to just roll his eyes and shrug off the complaint. Honestly, sometimes he wondered if there was anything Arthur couldn't find fault with. "I didn't know where we'd end up and how long we'd be here, Arthur." He fished a lighter out of his pocket with a small feeling of triumph and got about re-lighting the thing. It was almost the whole joint too, he'd have to have been mad to chuck it. But of course, that wouldn't mean anything to certain people, so he didn't bother trying to explain.

"You want some?" He offered with a smirk and almost laughed when Arthur turned him down, still concerning himself with trying to keep an eye and an ear out for whatever was going on outside.

"Have you ever been high before?" Eames inquired further.

"Yes."

Eames shook his head, not entirely believing him. Not believing him at all, in fact. Even if he had managed to allow himself to enjoy the merits of a good buzz, Eames doubted it had ever been anything more than a schoolgirl high. Couple of puffs to get you feeling a bit fluttery and that's that. Kind of like giggly fifteen year-olds getting sooo drunk on Smirnoff Ice and Bacardi Breezers. Not even close to the real thing.

He regarded Arthur with this thought in mind, but his internal commentary on what a pansy Arthur was was interrupted by voices passing by the closet. Sadly, neither of them could make out what was being said, though it hadn't really sounded all that interesting anyway.

"We could've taken them," he announced into the silence after a little while, off the back of an exhale.

"No, we couldn't."

Not even the least bit surprised that Arthur disagreed, Eames shrugged and looked him over, "well, not you. You're skinny."

"And you're... short."

"Arthur!" Eames gasped, doing a good enough job of feigning offence, though his lack of seriousness was probably painted clear on his face. He was sure it was safe to assume as much when the only reply he got from Arthur was a frown. Par for the course with him, really. "Whatever," he rolled his eyes and looked from Arthur's sour face to the door, taking another drag contemplatively, "they're not out there anymore, let's go."

"No, no. I can hear them."

Eames rolled his eyes again as Arthur put his ear to the door. He waited for him to pull away and held out the joint, "here."

"What?"

"If you’re going to keep us in here we might as well have a bit of fun, alright?"

Of course, as if it was the only piece of body language God had been kind enough to impart upon him, Arthur frowned. This time, at the spliff. In response, Eames raised an eyebrow, challenging him to stop being such a ridiculous little girl about these things. They stayed in silence like that for a long enough moment until Eames smirked, having thought of a brilliant idea that even Arthur couldn't turn down.

"We can do a blowback if you'd like."

"What?"

He gestured with his hands first and took a deep pull on the joint, "come here."

They both moved in towards eachother and Eames put the lit end in his mouth, balancing it delicately on his lips with a bit of acquired skill so as not to burn himself. He put his hands either side of Arthur's neck to pull him level with the spliff, resisting the quiet urge to run his thumbs along the ridge of Arthur's jaw and waited for him to hurry up and get his lips around the damn thing because, really, there was only so long he could keep the smoke in his mouth for.

He kept his eyes on Arthur's the whole time, blowing the smoke out in what he was pretty sure was in time with Arthur's inhale and smirked a little when he looked away. Always a good reaction.

Eames hesitated a moment - imperceptibly, he hoped - before he pulled away and went back to smoking the proper way. "Better?"

"No."

Oh. What a waste of smoke then. "That's too bad," he had no idea why he bothered sometimes. Really.

In the silence, Eames got bored enough that he was listening out for anything of interest in the outside world. Anything to make being stuck in the closet with Moody McGrouch a little more interesting or to make it pass by a little (or a lot, preferably) faster.

(Eames did contemplate serenading him with Trapped in the Closet, but he didn't actually know any of the words and he highly doubted Arthur would appreciate the joke anyway.)

"You did it differently with all those girls at the party."

Oh for goodness' sake.

"Well you see, Arthur. All of those girls had breasts." He gave Arthur a careful look up and down and smirked at him, "don't worry; I'm sure they'll grow in within the next year or two."

"That's not what I meant," Arthur scoffed.

Despite the fact that any and all conversations that could potentially lead towards talking about feelings were likely to make him break out in hives, Eames was a little entertained and curious about the tinge of jealousy he was sure he'd detected in Arthur's tone. "Then what did you mean?"

He waited patiently for an answer while Arthur no doubt floated up into his head to try and reason something out. If there was anything he disliked about Arthur-- which was a bit of a silly precursor to any statement of annoyance concerning Arthur, he could probably come up with quite the exhaustive list if he put his mind to it, but in this particular case it had to be his constant overthinking and feeling as if ever communicating his desire was the worst idea ever.

Eames was a massive twat, sure, but he couldn't think of a single, solitary time he'd ever turned Arthur down.

(That said, if Arthur had started spewing feelings at him, Eames likely would've called him a girl and teased him relentlessly, so the trade-off was probably better where Arthur's dignity was concerned.)

As was to be expected, all Arthur had to say after all that thought was a snappy, "shut up." A little unexpected, however, was having his smoke snatched. Admittedly, Eames was a little concerned by this sudden change in possession.

"Hey, no need to get defensive." He looked from the spliff to what he assumed was a look of utter indignation and almost laughed. "Holding it ransom until I promise to give you a proper blowback, Arthur? Didn't know you were that desperate for me."

"I'm not desperate for you."

Well, now that was rich, Eames looked around the tiny closet and raised his eyebrows in a way that clearly indicated he wasn't buying it. "Then what is this? We're stuck in this closet together because you won't let us out, and you're implying that you'd like me to give you a mouth-to-mouth high. Forgive me, but this is all just a bit homosexual and if we're going to go that route I'd like you to just come out and tell me."

He watched as Arthur went off into his head, overthinking the whole matter again. Eames wondered if he was going to be stuck wading through hints, trying to guess and pre-empt whatever Arthur wanted every time they wound up in these situations if asking for a proper blowback was this trying for him. He rolled his eyes when Arthur failed to say anything and nodded towards the spliff.

"Give it back." He rolled it between his thumb and finger for a moment with Arthur handed it over, "come here."

When he came in closer, Eames put a hand on the back of his neck to hold him still and took a long drag, getting a proper mouthful of smoke. He leaned in and pressed his mouth over Arthur's, taking care to exhale more slowly this time. He followed the smoke with his tongue, assuming the lack of complaint from Arthur (not that he'd expected any) was a good enough sign to keep going with this.

He pushed Arthur back against the wall, entirely pleased with this change in their situation and a little spurred on - like always - by the idea that they were somehow up to no good by doing this, even if the more logical part of his mind asserted that a couple of teenagers hooking up was nothing new or of much interest to anyone except a few of their more annoying peers. That said, the feeling was only exacerbated by the remnants of adrenaline and the weed and being stuck in close-quarters in this closet for however long. Too long. He pressed his knee between Arthur's legs, occupying himself with his latest exploration of Arthur's mouth. Familiar territory, but he had yet to lose any interest in it.

Now, it's never exactly fun to discover that the person whose pants you're trying to get into has cold hands. Certainly there were worse moments for it to become apparent, but that didn't change the fact that Eames almost leapt out of his skin when he felt Arthur's hands slide under his shirt. He inhaled through his nose - it wasn't entirely unpleasant, just took a moment to get used to. For a relative quantity of "getting used to" anyway. Truth be told, every time Arthur's fingers moved it took a considerable bit of effort not to shudder or shrink away from them.

As fun as standing around tongue wrestling was, Eames was rather interested in moving this along and extracted himself from Arthur's mouth, directing his attention to Arthur's neck and all the lovely little sensitive spots he'd familiarised himself with. Smirking against his neck when he heard what was most definitely a squeak.

"Hold this," Eames pulled away from Arthur's neck and held out the, rather impressively, still-lit joint.

"What?"

He rolled his eyes, "just hold it."

As soon as Arthur took it, Eames was busying himself with undoing Arthur's fly, thankful for the bit of help he got when it snagged, and slipped his hand down the front of Arthur's boxers.

"You don't have any...?"

"No. Wasn't really expecting to..."

He frowned, thinking on this himself. Sadly, Eames wasn't exactly in the habit of carrying supplies with him. Generally speaking, he wasn't usually out and about when this kind of thing came up, though he was starting to think maybe he should rethink this policy.

"It's too bad the natural stuff Mother Nature gave us doesn't come until the end, hm?" Eames mused aloud.

"That's not what it's..."

"Jesus, Arthur." Eames glanced down, subtly impressed with how hard Arthur had managed to get in such a short time - regardless of any help he may have had in the matter.

"As if you're not," Arthur replied plainly and Eames pulled a bit of a face, thinking.

"We'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way, then," he murmured, resuming the motions with his hand and dipped his head to get back to kissing Arthur's neck. Annoyingly, working within the confines of a pair of boxers and a not-quite-loose-enough pair of trousers was doing a number on his wrist and really, of all the ways to potentially get carpal tunnel, Eames was really not willing for the reason to be "giving a furious handjob," and he paused with a slight huff to tug Arthur's trousers and underwear down over his hips. Just enough to get the fun bits out.

With a bit more freedom of movement, it meant that he could put some proper elbow grease into this - and judging by the noises he was getting from Arthur now, it was most definitely paying off. It would be a massive lie to say that he didn't enjoy this, coaxing these reactions out of people. Seeing Arthur, the reserved tightass who he was sure could put a middle aged businessman to shame, come even the slightest bit undone? It was impossible to rein in the smirk he felt forming when he noticed Arthur rocking a little on his leg.

He pulled back when he noticed the signs that Arthur was about to come. Looked up at his face and back down at his hand, watching the moment unfold, as it were. He rubbed his thumb and a finger together, sticky and really a little bit gross, and waited for Arthur to open his eyes before he held his hand up with a grin.

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

Killjoy. He sighed and took the joint back with his clean hand, placing it in his mouth as he turned to look for something to clean his hand off with. He managed to find a roll of paper towels in the dim light and turned to leave once he was done.

"What are you doing?"

Eames raised an eyebrow. Seriously? What did he think he was going to do? "Going back to my room to knock one off."

"I didn't say I wouldn't..."

Oh really. Eames grinned, slid back over and pressed Arthur back up against the wall. He'd have to be mad to pass up the offer. "Great, let's see your little girl hands go to work, then. Unless you were thinking..." His gaze flitted from Arthur's eyes to his lips, though he managed to catch the look in return telling him that there was not a chance in hell that that was going to happen. Not that he was even a little bit surprised, but it would've been nice. (Live in hope, he supposed.) Under normal circumstances, he would've toyed with the idea of harassing Arthur a little about it, but he was feeling impatient as hell and pressed himself up a little tighter against Arthur to punctuate this fact. "Whatever you're going to do, get on with it, I'm fucking dying down here." Much as he would've liked to, he couldn't keep the edge of desperation out of his voice. It worked well enough anyway, since suddenly there was a mess of hands undoing his jeans and pushing all the offending layers out of the way.

Not his most suave of moments, Eames did manage to almost lose his footing when Arthur grasped his cock (though thankfully, he didn't think it was noticed.) He put his arms around Arthur's neck to pull him down to his level a bit and pretty much dove straight into a kiss, making a poor attempt to hide the fact that he was making a fair bit of noise - he was pretty sure Arthur could tell anyway, as that was most definitely a smile he could feel against his lips. Part of him wanted to pull away and tell him not to be a smug dick about it, but that is not the thing one says to someone who has so graciously offered to get them off.

Not that he had long to go in that regard anyway. He gave a nice, loud groan and pushed his hips a bit more into Arthur's hand to signal as much. When Arthur's hand got a little more purposeful about the whole thing, that was it for him. He pulled out of the kiss, breathing heavily, and when he came it was with a bit more of a strangled groan than a noise he would've liked to have made, but hell if he could've cared right then.

"Fuck." Eames reached out to find the paper towels again, catching his breath a little.

"Yeah," Arthur glanced over at the door, "you think it's safe to go out?"

"What?"

"You think they're gone?"

Eames stared at the door blankly, completely lost for what Arthur was even getting at there. It took him a good moment or two to remember why they were even in there. And then it hit him and he had to try his damnedest not to laugh, "oh. Yeah, we lost them before we got to the dorms."

"What?"

"They never followed us in."

Eames watched Arthur a moment as no doubt a million and one angry things to say and tell him off for ran through his mind. Probably still floating around up there even if all he did decide on was, "you're an asshole."

"yeah, but I got off." He smiled, tucking away and doing up his trousers, "got you off too, so don't be ungrateful."

"Asshole," Arthur repeated, for poignancy no doubt, and opened the door.

Eames followed him out, grinning the smuggest of grins. "So, same time next week?"

I've banged my head for days against the walls of this maze

2011-01-30T20:49:36Z

I wrote a thing! It's about vampires! And angst! And it's not very good because I haven't written anything for ages, so the grammar and the pacing is all wonky and it's very short etc. etc. etc., but I thought I should GET IT OUT THERE instead of burying it my documents folder so I can pretend it never happened because that's not productive.

So words, AWAY! /o/

They'd broken in to the morgue for a petty reason, or at least he thought so. It was disrespectful to bring him here for this! To rub his nose in his mistake like he was a disobedient dog in need of discipline.

He hadn't been there when they'd taken the body, hadn't even shown her the decency to stick around and look at what he'd done. There was a brief awareness when the blood had slowed and her hands went slack. Brief awareness of what he'd done that made him flee before even affording her enough respect to lay her body down carefully. Dialled 999 from a phonebox outside, vanished into a nearby crowd and that was that. He was entirely prepared to live in guilty denial about the whole thing.

Except, now here she was. Or her body, at least. Prepared for autopsy or something - whatever they did, he wasn't sure. Nor could he find it in himself to care, far more preoccupied with the pale face that he'd seen laugh until it was entirely pink so many times before. He brushed his fingers over her cheek, looking for some sign of life, something to undo this tragedy. But all he found was an unnatural coldness that was exacerbated by the chill of his own body.

"You liked her, right?"

He looked over his shoulder, briefly surprised by the reminded that he wasn't alone and offended by the intrusion on his private moment. Despite not usually lacking in vocality, he struggled to find his voice again, "yeah, I-- She was a good friend."

"so why not turn her?" He moved across the room, bored of observing from the doorway. All predatory grace and arrogant superiority rolling off him in waves.

He hesitated, watching over his shoulder at this man - his best friend, supposedly - coming towards him and felt a sudden need to protect this body. To keep her from him as though he could do worse than had already been done. It was almost a shock when he didn't come to stand beside her bed, instead standing behind the other to observe quietly over his shoulder. This was a spectacle that almost baffled him, all this sentimentality. So disgustingly human.

With a frown, he paused while he tried to think of the best way to answer that question, stumbling over the explanations and excuses in his mind. "... Do you remember what you were like? You know, before?"

"Before?" There was an eerie silence as he tried to recall, and the look on his face was one of disgust and distaste. He wasn't that person any more, and he certainly didn't miss it. "I was a pathetic bleeding heart, a wuss--"

"--No. You were strong and brave, you took care of people who couldn't take care of themselves and I can hardly believe you were ever that person." He turned his attention back to the corpse in front of him - there was nothing he could do here, he just had to live with this mistake. Just another mess to add to the list, really. "That's why I didn't turn her."

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I'm the fly in your soup, I'm the pebble in your shoe

2010-12-15T21:37:11Z

how my relationship is with life right now

(I am Tommy for the purposes of this demonstration, and life has stolen my pants. Or. Something. I think I broke the metaphor.)

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I want to feel your breath, in the secrets before we touch

2010-11-02T14:48:14Z

Played our gig on sunday. It went quite well! I messed up a bit here and there but no one seemed to notice so GOOD FOR ME.

Have some pictures :V I'm hardly in them and I blocked our flute player, gj self.

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ration @ 2010-10-31T16:03:00

2010-10-31T16:05:14Z

GIG IN THREE HOURS WISH ME LUCK

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NO CUTS FOR YOU

2010-10-26T21:17:58Z

redrawing these icons is kind of hecka fun, to be quiiite honest

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Please take this, and run far away from me

2010-10-18T18:39:58Z

1. reply to this post and i'll assign you a letter.
2. list (and link) 5 10 songs you love that begin with that letter.
3. post them to your journal with these instructions.

reviellez gave me G

also this connection is shit for uploading, so you get youtube links :V

1; MUCC - Gebera
2; Drive-By Argument - Get Your Own Back
3; Miyavi - Girls Be Ambitious alternatively, 7 Samurai Sessions version
4; Lupe Fiasco - Go Go Gadget Flow
5; Mindless Self Indulgence - Golden I
6; Tom Waits - God's Away on Business
7; Gnarls Barkley - Go-Go Gadget Gospel
8; dan le sac VS Scroobius Pip - Great Britain
9; Silversun Pickups - Growing Old is Getting Old
10; The Dresden Dolls - Girl Anachronism

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Everybody's going to the party have a real good time

2010-10-13T15:46:25Z

redrawing icons for designedkiller, s'going pretty well actually. Except I can't focus on anything for more than an hour so I took a break. 'Break' in this case meaning I probably won't get back to it for a month

come and see

old:
new:

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I wanna fuck everyone in the world

2010-09-30T12:45:44Z

When you read this you're tagged! [IF YOU WANT] Take a picture of you in your current state, no changing your clothes or quickly putting on makeup. NO PHOTOSHOP. Show your F-List the Real You!

:|a

Your lips say that you love, your eyes say that you hate

2010-09-23T22:04:11Z

since it's going around.

Give me a character I play and I'll give you their:

01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite colour
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Turn-ons
08. Last sexual experience
09. Favorite food
10. Crushes
11. Favorite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks in bed
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity

muselist :|a

ration @ 2010-09-22T16:08:00

2010-09-22T15:09:23Z

I have achieved internet

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ration @ 2010-09-16T23:30:00

2010-09-16T22:30:01Z

rrr I always feel so awkward posting to these like "WHAT IF I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO AAAH"

but yeah as a rule I hate commenting to love memes but I need some warm and fuzzies to get me through the next few days so

LOVE, SWEET LOVE
♡♥ GIVE ME LOVE ♥♡

I just never had a chance to ever meet you

2010-09-14T15:41:24Z

here have a meme because I'm too lazy to type any of the shit I actually want to

Go to my userpics and then pick:

01. Your favorite.
02. One that makes you automatically think of me.
03. One that you think I should TOTALLY use more often.
04. One that you don't get/needs more explanation/etc.

I called your machine just to hear your voice

2010-09-10T03:37:05Z

because this is exactly what you all friended me for

bluepeterladyboy (04:20:20): I don't think Reno's the type to be subtle about sex
bluepeterladyboy (04:20:29): not if he knows you anyway
bluepeterladyboy (04:20:32): it's more like
bluepeterladyboy (04:20:35): /walks past
bluepeterladyboy (04:20:48): /grabs dick
bluepeterladyboy (04:20:56): /gestures towards horizontal surface
absolutater (04:21:10): LMAO

absolutater (04:21:22): PIEWOUROEPMVSD

absolutater (04:21:33): what if it's a chick he's... wooing
bluepeterladyboy (04:21:53): idk man, I don't think the girls he's into would be too pleased if he tried to grab their dicks
absolutater (04:22:05): /dying

man I miss playing that loser

ration @ 2010-09-06T17:41:00

2010-09-06T16:41:44Z

hrrrr I just renewed my paid account after like 3 months

I cannot reasonably justify this but /scoops up icons

A cinematic vision ensued

2010-08-26T18:24:12Z

Artdump time. Kinda. lots of sketchy shit and missing hands and feet. Also apparently my scanner cannot tell pencil apart from paper

ration @ 2010-08-21T17:49:00

2010-08-21T16:49:42Z

The How's My Driving? Meme

Making my heart feel sore

2010-08-15T23:05:08Z

because I'm procrastinating hardcore on my tags and half my flist will probably end up doing this in the next few days c:

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, thoughts on lima beans, favorite language, graphic techniques, etc.

Anon is enabled on this post, so feel free to ask anything. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

When you squeeze me, I go squish

2010-07-31T22:15:01Z

juuust some junk, ignorepls.

Meme of Boredom #1

1. What is the most common letter you use to start your OC names with? (Example: "M" - Monroe, Morgan, Micah)

K, M and A all qualify so... do I do this for each one, or...

Screw it, I'm only doing K. Because I started doing this meme for K and then remembered I had MORE characters.

2. Pick 2 Ocs that start with that letter. (Challenge: Don't pick them from the same project/story.)

Kyle y Karasu

3. Now pick one of your existing settings to place the characters in. (Challenge: Pick one that neither character is from.)

Kkkkay, I'll put them in Nico's world, which is preeetty much some hideos supernatural Mafia Earth that makes no sense because I never finished working it out

4. Now what would each character do in this world as a job?

They're both assassins in their respective stories so... hitmen?

5. Where would they live?

In apartments??? I mean Nico's ~~~curent life~~~ is in NJ but they could be ANYWHERE ON EARTH.

6. Could they be lovers?

On occassion maybe. Kyle isn't a particularly sexual person, but all worked up after a good hit? Who knows.

7. Who would make a better living in this setting of the two?

Kyle. She's a lot more versatile and, well. I suppose being a genetically enhanced killing machine doesn't hurt either.

8. Write a drabble (100 words min.) of the two of them participating in some event or convo in the mentioned setting.

"okay, two hitmen walk into a bar."

"... What."

"I guess the bar whacked them first."

"That doesn't even make sense."

Kyle pursed her lips slightly in frustration, that was her favourite joke and here Karasu was, acting like she'd just pulled out the tired, old interrupting sloth joke instead. She turned her attention to her beer, pretending that the uncomfortable silence wasn't actually uncomfortable in the least, and promptly gave up. No letting sleeping dogs lie with this girl.

"Alright, I've got a new one." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but that was no matter, "two hitmen walk into a bar. One orders a beer, the other orders a gin and tonic like always and pretends nothing is bothering him even though his sulky fucking attitude is bringing the whole place down."

He sighed. Thick and heavy through his nose, incredibly laboured as though just listening to her talk was an feat of great endurance. (Though sometimes this was the truth.) Of course, just as he was about to protest her observation - accurate though it may have been - and insist he was fine, Kyle cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Whatever, Eeyore. I've had enough lies today to get me through the week." She slid off the stool carefully and leaned against the bar, looking at him with some genuine concern masked behind the kind of serious look that usually meant you were about to get told off. "I'm gonna go play a round of pool, maybe hustle some cash. Come join me when you remember how smiling works."

and a crappy fic about allyouryen and killaway that I wrote moonths ago,

He always knew when Masaru was there. Always knew when it was Masaru waiting for him above anyone else. He carried a weight with him that lingered in the air and spread like freshly lit insence, though not nearly as soothing. It was expectant. Judging. Always judging and waiting for somebody to impress, to prove themselves worthy of his praise.

Karasu had long since come to understand that praise was rarely forthcoming with Masaru. Even when it was on the tip of his tongue, ready to be rewarded, Masaru would bite it back and offer little more than ashes and smoke in its place. Backhanded compliments that were often more heavy-handed insults. Compliments and praise were rewards for rare moments. Intimate ones, often. Or so Karasu had come to understand anyway.

"I didn't realise you'd be here tonight," Karasu called to him from the hallway, toeing off his shoes and wriggling out of his jacket before quickly fetching a drink for the two of them. He never recieved an answer or a single comment as he did so. Not that he'd been expecting one, but a break in the silence would've been calming. Dissolve the tension somewhat. As it was, he had to take a breath to calm himself before venturing to the living room with the drinks. He wasn't sure how he knew exactly, he never was, but this wasn't a positive visit.

"You'd never betray me, would you, Karasu?"

The question came so unexpectedly he had to struggle to swallow the laughter that found its way up his throat, the only way to express his surprise he could manage. Though it was clear enough from the tone and the stone look in Masaru's eyes that it wasn't a question but rather a statement of fact. One which the two of them knew very well. And Karasu could manage little more than a slow nod of confirmation, especially as he just now noticed the flecks of blood decorating Masaru's face and neck. He sat up on his knees immediately, leaning forward to brush the hair out of his face and get a closer look, "did something...?"

"Mm? Oh, it's not mine," Masaru didn't edge away or move Karasu's hand however, which would've been something of a triumph to him if he didn't have other things on his mind. "I found someone selling information," he continued, and Karasu watched in silence as he nonchalantly removed his gloves - covered in a thin layer of dried blood themselves - and dropped them at his side. "They may be able to reattach his wife's fingers if he hurries."

"You didn't kill him?"

The look Masaru gave him for this question really seemed to serve no purpose other than to make him shrink away from the other man just a little and feel like a complete idiot. Even more so when Masaru's lips curled just slightly and he took a slow sip of his drink before he began talking again. "Oh no, I haven't begun to make him pay. He'll be an example, as apparently people see fit to question my authority here, and anyone who receives a lesser punishment will consider themselves lucky."

Well. There was certainly no questioning that, he wasn't a businessman. Find and kill, that was his job description. Not so glamorous, but it paid the bills at any rate. He was never one for long term plans or keeping subordinates in line or any of that business that Masaru handled.

Karasuu's mind almost began to wander, but he noticed that expectant weight in the air. Masaru still waiting on an answer, no doubt. He swallowed harshly, feeling tense in that annoying, apprehensive way that only Masaru could make him feel over the smallest, most inconsequential things, and answered with a very plain, "of course I'd never betray you."

"Good answer." Masaru leaned over a planted a kiss on his forehead, and Karasu wasn't sure what he hated more. That he'd practically been reduced to a pet, a dog fishing for treats by trying to please its owner, or how happy that tiny bit of affection managed to make him. How it managed to make him smile despite himself.

"Though..." He paused for a moment to take a sip of his drink, and Karasu could almost feel the lead weight in his stomach. Of course it couldn't be that simple, there was always a rolled-up newspaper waiting to smack him back down if he got too complacent. He should've seen it coming. "I remember when you had a bit more fight in you, Karasu."

Oh. Of course. It was almost as though he could read his mind, or maybe he was just fishing blindly for the best way to get a rise out of Karasu. Either way, it worked. He pushed his way into Masaru's lap, forcing his hands around his neck with the kind of force and speed he usually saved for people he was actually planning to kill.

The brief look of surprise that flitted across Masaru's face was good, it was nice to know he could still be even a little bit unpredictable, it meant he hadn't given himself up to this mess. Not yet. But there was no fear on his face, no worry. Not even the slightest bit of concern that maybe, just maybe Karasu could lose control for once and actually kill him. Or perhaps he knew it was a possibility and just wasn't afraid. Either way, it made him angrier and he pushed his thumbs in against the flesh on his neck. It likely wouldn't do more than leave a slight bruise if he was lucky, but it was cathartic. For the moment, at least.

"I could kill you right now." It wasn't a threat, no matter how much he wished sometimes it was a threat he could make, more a statement of fact. He was the faster, stronger and more effecient of the two of them, they both knew it. And in a situation like this, he unquestionably had the upper hand. Physically speaking, that is. "I can think of about three different ways to kill you before you reach for that gun in your coat."

"But you wouldn't."

Karasu recoiled slightly at that, pulling his hands back towards himself as if that had been an order to back off rather than a simple truth they both knew. Deflated, knowing his little act of rebellion had been for nothing, Karasu leaned back away from the other man, head bowed slightly as he echoed the statement quietly. "... But I wouldn't."

in other news I have wanted pistolwhipping for a John Preston account for SO LONG. GODDAMN YOU PURGED ACCOUNTS.

It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise

2010-07-28T21:41:43Z

ration @ 2010-07-27T15:10:00

2010-07-27T14:10:57Z

laptop's gone to shit, dunno if I can fix it. just a warning in case i can't get it working in the next few days

edit; okay, I can get online in safe mode (oh memories, wasn't I doing this this time last year) but I am pretty sure the motherboard on this piece of shit is slowly dying.

editedit; although I found a way to get sound working, I think this is almost better than running my laptop the normal way

And I for one won't stand for this

2010-07-26T16:48:38Z

The UK Film Council is to be axed as part of a cost-cutting drive by the Department for Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS), it has been announced.

The organisation, founded in 2000, had an annual budget of £15m to invest in British films and employed 75 people.

source

The culture secretary, Jeremy Hunt, today confirmed plans to abolish the UK Film Council.

A Department for Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS) statement confirmed the proposal, rumours of which first emerged on the Deadline London blog.

The move is part of a raft of DCMS cost-cutting measures that involve the merger, abolition or streamlining of 16 public bodies.

Hunt answered questions in the Commons this afternoon about his proposed aboliition of the council, which comes alongside plans to do away with the Museums, Libraries and Archives Council.

source

Needless to say, I am fucking pissed. I don't understand how anyone could think this is a good idea, I'm pretty disappointed in the government 8(

For the curious, this video illustrates how I feel;

(for reference, Mark=the government. Lisa=the Film Council and Johnny=me. I'M FED UP WITH THIS WORLD)

i got my go go go go go go go go go go gadget flow

2010-07-24T16:05:07Z

ANONYMOUS MEME

/crawls on this bandwagon

Reaching the serene // It's nice to know you work alone

2010-07-21T13:25:45Z

aaaah I just watched The Crow for the first time in like five years and now I'm crying all over everything

gtfo emotions where did you come from

eta; while I'm here

The How's My Driving? Meme

oh hey sup, btw I decided to start using my plurk again, let's be friends

ration @ 2010-07-16T17:05:00

2010-07-16T16:05:38Z

bluepeterladyboy (16:39:02): omg fair trade condoms
bluepeterladyboy (16:39:08): why do I feel compelled to buy these
snarkings (16:42:35): yyutiytgrhjkjh
misstakin22 (16:42:46): ffff
snarkings (16:43:04): I hope they say fair trade

snarkings (16:43:10): on the actual condom part
misstakin22 (16:43:11): do they
bluepeterladyboy (16:43:16): like one day I'll-- fdkjlg
bluepeterladyboy (16:43:22): I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO INVESTIGATE
bluepeterladyboy (16:44:23): I just feel like I need these on the off chance that one day I will bring a guy home
snarkings (16:44:30): yesss
bluepeterladyboy (16:44:33): and he'll be like /WHIPS OUT DUREX
bluepeterladyboy (16:44:36): and I['ll be like
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bluepeterladyboy (16:44:45): IT'S FAIR TRADE
snarkings (16:44:54): hjkfjgklghjklfhjgkg
misstakin22 (16:44:54): dafskj;ldsf
snarkings (16:45:04): I LOVE YOU
bluepeterladyboy (16:45:33): /crying fffff
bluepeterladyboy (16:45:41): it would be a total mood killer but so worth it
snarkings (16:45:52): yesss
snarkings has left the room. 4:46 pm
bluepeterladyboy (16:46:25): shdfjkdf "French Letter condoms contain no animal derived ingredients and therefore makes them acceptable to vegetarians and vegans."
misstakin22 (16:46:38): akj;ldfsadf
bluepeterladyboy (16:46:51): I feel like vegans all over the world saw this and are like
bluepeterladyboy (16:46:59): ....but what about the ones I've been using D8

brb buying these