This fic took my soul, beat it up, and when I wasn't looking, took it and beat it up some more, and then kicked it in the face. I am happy to let it out into the wilds; I want to set it free so that it will let go of my heart and the claws it has sank into it. I thank
charlie_d_blue for hearing my confessions. Without you, Ambiguous Backstory Is Nothing.
So yeah, my GQMF. This is Inception/Ocean's 11, Slash If You Squint, Image-Heavy, Over 4000, OMFG, BBQ. ABCD. E. F. Maybe even a G. MY HANDS. WILL THEY EVER STOP SHAKING.
There are many things I will apologise for in the morning when I have my brains, including but not limited to: managling US phone numbers, mangling Chinese, mangling Photoshop, mangling architecture, mangling Japanese, mangling your eyesight. 以上です。
I Don't Think You Think I Think About Probability
Fandom: Inception, Ocean's 11
Rating: PG-13
Characters:Every effing one. Eames, Ariadne, Saito, Cobb, Arthur, Cast. Danny, Rusty, Cast.
Warnings: Slash if you squint. In all directions.
Summary: Saito, on a vacation with thieves and thieves.
4822 words and more everything than I can ever enumerate, ever.
( 'Rusty Ryan,' Eames pronounced, rolling the Rs. 'And the little bastard's stolen my food.' )
[edit] Because
charlieblue is actually a magical unicorn of awesome, Without You, Ambiguous Backstory Is Nothing actually exists and if you don't go and read it immediately there is something terribly wrong with you.
So yeah, my GQMF. This is Inception/Ocean's 11, Slash If You Squint, Image-Heavy, Over 4000, OMFG, BBQ. ABCD. E. F. Maybe even a G. MY HANDS. WILL THEY EVER STOP SHAKING.
There are many things I will apologise for in the morning when I have my brains, including but not limited to: managling US phone numbers, mangling Chinese, mangling Photoshop, mangling architecture, mangling Japanese, mangling your eyesight. 以上です。
I Don't Think You Think I Think About Probability
Fandom: Inception, Ocean's 11
Rating: PG-13
Characters:
Warnings: Slash if you squint. In all directions.
Summary: Saito, on a vacation with thieves and thieves.
4822 words and more everything than I can ever enumerate, ever.
( 'Rusty Ryan,' Eames pronounced, rolling the Rs. 'And the little bastard's stolen my food.' )
[edit] Because