I guess I'd better post about Comic-con, huh? Um, brain says no? WTF, brain?

OMG PEOPLE. I'll never leave lj alone for ten days again. I ended up having to skip=200 to read everything that's been going on, and I love you guys, but my brain is tired now!

Hi, by the way :D

I know, I know, I'm a terrible poster. I never write, I never call... I never post pictures of myself with Brandon Routh TOTALLY TOUCHING ME.

(Seriously, I don't, but this is partly because I cannot find my camera cable.)

Buh.

I believe the review I just left for this fic went something like "GUH. UM. I THINK. BRAIN BROKEN? SOMETHING? My occipital lobe feels all tingly."

This fic is so outrageously hot that my brain didn't work properly for about five minutes after I read it, and I still feel a little... odd right now.

Consider this one of my Not-So-Daily Recs.

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Hotter Than Tales of Crack Peddlin' by hackthis. Extract: It's not the fancy dinner over which Eames had planned to seduce Arthur. Not that Arthur knew Eames was planning to seduce him, but facts are so unimportant in the long run. Or the short run.


Tags: inception, arthur/eames, slash, fic, a:hackthis

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I'm planning a longer post about my thoughts on Inception, but some friends have invited me to see it for a second time with them tonight, so I'll hold fire until I've rewatched it. Or until the tingling stops.