The decision to try posting completed fic only to AO3 and linking from here is brought to you by the ennui borne of fixing ridic after-the-fact typos in three places, over and over and over... I am hoping AO3 is by now mainstream enough that no one is entirely put off by it? :D?

Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-fucking-17
Length: 5300 words
Summary: Arthur's always listening to someone bang someone else two feet away. Eames thinks he hears a cat.

You Can Be as Loud as the Hell You Want

A/N: Written (mostly) on Twitter over the course of a day, made much much better by the liberal application of xenakis (for inspiration and general dirty-mindedness) and lately (for beta nit-picking and surprisingly extended discussions of how Arthur wakes up/reacts when Eames comes into the room.) Thanks also to all my Twitter fen for putting up with over 200 tweets' worth of whatever this is. Title is from Avenue Q.

I thought I should write an actual post instead of just posting/linking to fic and/or whining about fic. So! Here it is!

I've created a fannish Twitter account for myself. So far I have not tweeted one tweet but that may well change. If you want to follow my total lack of tweets, I'm @toomuchplor (obviously) -- and if your Twitter handle is different from your LJ/DW handle let me know so I can figure out who is who. I'm only following like four people right now but I will happily add more!

Later this week I'm off to the States for a work thing, during which I anticipate not much internet time. It's a happy work thing, professional development and all, and I am really looking forward to a much-needed booster shot of inspiration and excitement at this point in our season because I am almost drained of both in the work sense. Anyway, I'll be away Wednesday to Sunday and even though I'm not going anyplace warm I'm still hoping for some kind of relief from Canadia's ongoing arctic conditions. It's MARCH ffs, Canada. STOP IT NOW.

Things I am enjoying today:

This article about THard's tats linked by cherrybina. So much to love here, especially the image of his poor mum saying "my beautiful boy" after he gets his first tattoo.

This interview with THard, in which he gets a little riled (mostly in the second half) by some kind of blatantly invasive questions. I just want to give him a hug and a cookie afterwards. In a non-invasive way, if possible.

The fact that lately and I spent about an hour extensively researching THard's curly right pinkie finger after xenakis made the delightful observation that both he and Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau (he who is the model for Steinway!Eames in many ways) share this little quirk. Here is xenakis's comment (and subsequent squeefest with lately on the subject.) You can best see THard's curly pinkie in the video linked directly above. (Our deep investigations led us to conclude that it's rare to find THard showing off said curly pinkie which led us to then conclude that he might be a little self-conscious about it because there are lots of photos of his LEFT HAND and almost NONE of his right, which in turn led to us saying "AAAAAAAAWWWWW MONKEY" for another ten minutes. WE LOVE YOUR CURLY PINKIE TOM. DON'T HIDE IT FROM US BB.)

So, Steinway. This is how Steinway is going right now, in summary:

Lately: Write for me, damn you.

Me: I CAAAAAAAAAAN'T
I HAAAAAAAAATE EVERYTHINNNNNNNNNNG
I HAAAAAAAAATE YOUUUUUUUUUUUU
I HAAAAAAAAATE STEINWAYYYYYYYYYYYY
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Lately: How can I help?

Me: YOU CAAAAAAAAAAN'T
EVERYTHING SUUUUUUUUUCKS
FUUUUUUUUUUUCK MY LIIIIIIIIIIIIFE
I WILL NEVER FINISH THIS OR WRITE ANOTHER WORD
FUCK YOU STEINWAY FUCK YOU SO HARD

Lately: Tell me to leave you alone if that helps.

Me: No, it's okay. :0)
I just hate everything and want to die. Everything I write in this 'verse is total crap.
BUT I'M FINE OK

Lately: So, THard's pinkie, huh?

Me:....[no answer for 40 minutes]

Me: So, I wrote 1000 words just now. Some of them maybe don't suck too bad.

Repeat this every day for the last three weeks and you get a glimpse into how Steinway is going for me. (This is broken up by me periodically writing and posting other fic with great energy while Lately says things like "EXCUSE ME YOU HAVE 10,000 WORDS OF STEINWAY JUST SITTING THERE USELESS. NOT THAT I AM COMPLAINING.")

Mostly I'm just testing out the crossposting tool over at Dreamwidth, but since I'm here and typing anyway...you are all following @dhewlett on Twitter, y/y? He is so goddamn sweet and yet dorky I just want to snuggle him. Today he's posting about all the hair product and make-up he used in the 80s. Now I need a fic where Rodney knows a little too much about applying eyeliner and using flat irons for some weird alien ritual and has to fess up to his glam rock past. Yes.