It's beautiful out, at least

[effex]

So this weekend wash an utterly anti-climatic wash, I didn't get any work done (oh hai, looming deadlines), I promised nepenthe that I'd buy her Comic-con ticket for her while she's at work and then left my card at home (I really, really hope they take Paypal) and I turn twenty-six in nine days and apparently freaking out about birthdays is something I do now.

I AM FULL OF FEELINGS. SAD, CRANKY FEELINGS.

Please, rlist, give me a drabble prompt, ask me a question, request a rec, write something, link me something, rec some music, whatever strikes your fancy. I could use some cheering up; would like to give people something.

(And shit, I never said thanks for the comments over at the love meme. But I'm thinking about it now and I am grateful and full of affection, thank you.)

ETA: Wow, are these last three posts a roller-coaster or what?

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[bookshop]

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I turn (insert appalling number here) in 4 days, and I'm reciting "ain't nothin' but a number" ad nauseum.

a bit of background context for this that might make it dorkier, or just that much more embarrassing, or sweeter, take your pick:
Cathy and I have had a totally impromptu, on-again off-again Arthur/Eames roleplay going for the last three months, in which Arthur and Eames more or less palled around Paris and flirted a lot and acted like assholes to each other and fell in love, and finally had their first kiss in the middle of Eames' flat, in the middle of a late summer rainfall, while Billy Holiday sang "You Go To My Head" in the background. It was lovely. :(

(And Paris just kept right on raining, because it's seen everything before.)

So now Eames is doing a job in Helsinki, and Arthur is visiting Cobb on a sheep farm in Scotland (IDK EITHER), and since they're dorks, they haven't actually talked about what happens next.

But while they've been away, Arthur sent Eames this song.

♥

[effex]

I have nothing against the number! It's a nice number, theoretically. I just don't feel like I've earned it, which is ridiculous. I mean, I'm the one that did all the work to get here, so.

That RP is lovely and dorky, just like that song. I can see Arthur staring at his email after he sends it, kinda shocky, thinking did I really just do that? Fuck. And then stalking his inbox all day.

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What the heck is up with the embedding? Just tried, got nothing. Will have to go digging through the FAQs.