karanguni: publicly thinks "?"  (good sir EAMES)
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 [profile] 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 [personal profile] 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.
karanguni: (HUGHES junshou)
I just. Batman Beyond. Terry McGinnis. Old Bruce. Just. Oh my god. Gotham. And. Terry. And Bruce. And. *flabbergasted*

I.

I.

I need to go back to studying now. But oh my god. In heaven. With small little Batman Beyond jflasfjkl

WHERE IS THE FANDOM

WHERE ARE THE FANS

WHO IS BEHIND ME FOR TERRY/BRUCE. EVEN OLD BRUCE. OR TERRY/UNIVERSE.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

NEED ICONS NOW.

AHAJFLSAJF OH MY GOD. BRUCE HEARS VOICES. THEY ARE NOT HIS. AFTER THE EP:

Terry: Tell me something. Why were you so sure those voices weren't coming from you?
Bruce: Well, first, I know I'm not psychotic.
Terry: I hope your other reasons are more convincing.
Bruce: And second, the voice kept calling me Bruce. In my mind, that's not what I call myself.
Terry: What do you call yourself?
Bruce: (turns back, pointedly)
Terry: Oh yeah. I suppose you would. (beat. leans in) But that's my name now.
Bruce: Hm. Tell that to my subconscious.



OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax