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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.

 

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