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27 December 2027 @ 12:24 am

I have decided to go "Friends Only". I love meeting new people, so do not hesitate to comment and tell me why you want added, and I will gladly friend you back. :D

Much love to you all, and I look forward to hearing from you!
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20 February 2011 @ 04:18 am
Title: I Still Do
Author: spyndisguise
Rating: R
Written for: Harlequin Challenge 2011
Warnings: slash, some mentions of underage
Shipping: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 2,704
Summary: Shy librarian Arthur needed to live a little. And a chance meeting with childhood love Eames proved Atlantic City was the perfect place for a wild weekend. So wild, in fact, that they barely remembered getting hitched.

Eames hadn't seen Arthur in years...and now he was his husband! He was every bit the schoolboy fantasy he remembered. But he'd spent the past seventeen years weighed down by family responsibilities, and now all he wanted was to enjoy the carefree bachelor life. He didn't want to be tied to sweet, beautiful, deliciously innocent Arthur...did he?
Notes: Thanks to kaitmaree77 for the support and beta. You're the best!

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24 October 2010 @ 10:58 pm
Title: Picking Locks
Author: spyndisguise
Rating: R
Fandom: Inception
Warnings: sex, language
Shipping: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1142
Summary: Inspiration: Photobucket
Notes: written in response to this  inception_kink prompt

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11 October 2010 @ 03:19 pm
Arthur sniffles, his nose already runny from being outdoors. "I don't understand why we're here. It's below freezing."
"Because it's the lighting of the Rockefeller Christmas tree, pet," Eames states, as if this should be blatantly obvious.
"The tree will be here, every day. In the sunlight."
"It's my first holiday in the States. I want it to be picturesque." Eames pouts a little for effect, looking into Arthur's eyes.
Arthur sighs, tugging at his hat. "My ears are cold."
Eames grins, knowing Arthur's giving in. "I can see. You look like Santa's little elf, what with the rosy cheeks and all." He leans over to rub their noses together, despite the warning glare he receives.
"I'm hardly an elf. I'm taller than you, thank you very much." All of Arthur's smugness is lost, however, as his teeth begin to chatter.
"Yes, but think of how you could spruce up the North Pole! The little helpers, clad in tiny Armani suits..."
Arthur snorts good-naturedly. "I would never wear the curly shoes." He smirks, dimples showing.
Eames watches as a tiny snowflake lands on perfectly long lashes, and Arthur blinks it away. His eyes are smiling as he places his earmuffs over Arthur's ears, and he thinks he falls just a little bit more in love.
His fingertips brush his skin lightly, and he frowns.
"You are freezing. Hang on." Eames rummages in the bag he's brought along, pulling out a horrifically plaid thermos. He pours a small cup of hot chocolate, the thick Italian kind Arthur is partial to, and passes it over.
Arthur blushes, because really. Not that his cheeks could get any more color into them. "You brought cocoa?"
Eames looks into the distance at the unlit tree. "Picturesque, remember?"
Arthur watches him over the rim of his mug and thinks he'd have to agree. He drinks down the sweet, creamy concoction, enjoying the silence.

Eames finally looks back towards him, reaching the tip of his thumb out to wipe the corner of his mouth. He opens his mouth, probably preparing for another teasing comment, but Arthur just reaches out to grab the edges of his (hideously purple) scarf, tugging him close.
The countdown starts, and Arthur kisses him tenderly for a moment. The lights on the famed Christmas tree light up, and he pulls back just enough to murmur against his lips.
"Merry Christmas, Eames."
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12 September 2010 @ 11:51 pm

My first Inception fic!

Written for this prompt: community.livejournal.com/inception_kink/7339.html

Warnings: sex & ... well, that's pretty much it.


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07 June 2009 @ 12:54 am

Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: MC Hammer - U Can't Touch This

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30 April 2009 @ 12:50 am
This is merely a post to pay homage that is the awesomeness of Chase's bachelor party.


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25 April 2009 @ 10:39 pm

This challenge bestowed upon me by kaitmaree77

The Rules:
1. Reply to this post with 'Icons!', and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will - allegedly - create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

Okay, this one is because this is one of the hottest pictures known to man, of 2 of the hottest detectives ever! Also, specially made for me to go with my friends-only banner. :)

Oh, Angie Harmon. I used to watch L&O with my mom when I was little, and I so wanted to be her. This is her on Women's Murder Club, though. Really wish ABC didn't cancel every good show it has.

Alright, this is for the EPIC WIN that is Joey Tribbiani's thought process. Also, becase TOW Nobody's Ready is the best ep of Friends ever. The end.

Oh, THIS ONE is for the trifecta of awesomeness. First, I was OBSESSED with the song "Mercy" by Duffy (still am, let's be honest), SYTYCD, and Katee from the show last summer, and then THIS HAPPENS! My mind exploded with this performance, so it has to be documented.

Annnd last but SO not least, this is for my rediscovered total fangirl attitude about Sydney Bristow. She is, after all, the reason for my journal name. Kickass moves, awesome aliases, and just my favorite character of all time. So when I saw this pretty, I was sold.
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25 April 2009 @ 02:57 am

Write a poem by putting your itunes/mp3 player/whatever you listen to music on on shuffle and writing down the first line from the first 20 songs that pop up. Use the first line from the 21st song as a title.

I hope the ring you gave her turns her finger green

Look around your world, pretty baby,
If you came to make some trouble, better make it good,
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
She's a yellow pair of running shoes, a holey pair of jeans,
This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us,
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world,
Love don't come so easily, this doesn't have to end in tragedy,
Gravity, is working against me,
In a way, need a change from this burnt out scene,
When I find myself in times of trouble,
Her hair was pressed against her face, her eyes were red with anger,
I'm waiting on the sun to set, 'cause yesterday ain't over yet,
What a beautiful piece of heartache this has all turned out to be,
Just lay it all down, put your face into my neck and let it fall out,
Baby, I've got you on my mind,
If I should stay, I would only be in your way,
All around me are familiar faces,
Train this chaos, turn it into light,
The blank pages of my diary that I haven't touched since you left me,
Head underwater, and you tell me to breathe easy for a while.

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