oh my god

May. 4th, 2011 07:57 pm
gyzym: (Arthur/Eames/Snake)
Okay, so, um, I am going to post an essay (ahahaha that makes it sound like it's professional ish, IT'S NOT BUT WHATEVER) about bisexuality in a couple of minutes here, but I had to. Oh, god, I had to stop and make this post first, sorry for spamming you today, but I just found the Inception love meme and my thread on it and I just. You guys. You guys. You guys.

Cut for me being maudlin at the entirety of Inception fandom )

Basically: Inception fandom, ♥ ♥ ♥.
gyzym: (Flowery neck)
AHAHAHA SO, I know you guys probably all want to kill me when I do these, because you'd rather get...actual...finished things...then these snippets. But [livejournal.com profile] butterflythread is facing down weather disaster and needs cheering, and for various reasons (RL things/time constraints/MAJORLY BLOCKED ON THE ENTIRE STORY ARC) I haven't been able to finish these stories/may not be able to finish these stories for awhile. SO, IIIIIIT'S A WIP DUMP! Featuring the beginning of a cracky thing where Arthur sleepwalks, an Anastasia AU that's [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub's fault in which I basically retcon Romanov history, and, uh, 2,000 words of the new domesticverse featuring a new OC that I'll explain the purpose of at some point.

SORRY THESE AREN'T REAL STORIES, [livejournal.com profile] butterflythread, BUT I HOPE THAT SIDEWAYS RAIN GOES THE FUCK AWAY SOONER RATHER THAN LATER. ♥

So basically I was like LOL YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS IS IF ARTHUR SLEEPWALKED and then I got distracted, SORRY THIS IS ONLY LIKE 300 WORDS )

ROMANOV HISTORY IS NOTHING LIKE THIS )

Oh, domesticverse, someday I will stop being so fucking blocked on you )
gyzym: (OMG TOM HARDY'S SMILE)
OKAY SO I COME BEARING DOMESTICVERSE THINGS. The first is the floorplan for their house in South Pasadena, which I've been wanting to draw up forever. BE ADVISED: I COMPLETELY HALF-ASSED THIS BECAUSE THE SOFTWARE I WAS USING HATED MY GUTS, AND SO I STOPPED LIKE...ADDING FURNITURE AFTER THE KITCHEN AND THE BED. Also, ignore ALL of the dimensions on this thing, I am *not* good at that kind of thing and didn't even guess as much as I like. Just drew it how I thought it would look without consideration of size. BUT:

Domesticverse floorplan )

Secondly, I...uh...wrote a domesticverse fic. Only this is this new thing I've been wanting to try for ages now: a domesticverse sidestory. These are basically going to be shorter stories that aren't in order with the master timeline/aren't as important to the ongoing plot as the main stories are/are too ridiculous to work into a bigger story. Basically they're little moments as opposed to...you know...plot builders. I'm still angsting over how the hell to tag them on Ao3, but this is the first one.

This particular story is Arthur & Eames' first New Year's Eve as a...couple type thing :D That means that, timeline wise, this is set in between "between my reflex & my resolve" and "this life looks good on you."

Happy New Year, guys! ♥

Title: so this is the new year
Rating: PG/PG-13
Wordcount: ~2550
Summary: On the one hand, they've been…whatever they are…for six whole months, which is probably long enough to trust that Arthur means it when he says Eames can go. On the other hand, it's only been six months, which is not nearly long enough for Eames to take it on faith that Arthur isn't testing him somehow.

so this is the new year )
gyzym: (Red house)
So, uh, before I do anything else, I have AN ENTHUSIASTIC REC. The truly incredible [livejournal.com profile] wandrinparakeet did a fanmix for the domesticverse, and, just, YOU GUYS. This fanmix is just like. jdfdskf AMONG OTHER THINGS, ABOUT HALF OF THE SONGS ARE ON MY *PERSONAL* SOUNDTRACK FOR THAT VERSE, and the rest of them are INCREDIBLE, I've listened to nothing but this mix all day. I am just so flattered and so floored, and it really is some fabulous music, and she did gorgeous liner notes to go with and I am just. I AM A BALL OF LOVE. Trust me, GO DOWNLOAD IT.

And now for some information that I found extremely jarring, and some thinky thoughts about it!

The Year in Fic Meme! )
gyzym: (Arthur's on a beach)
HELLO HELLO INTERWEBS.

I apologize for being a little MIA, shit has been busy etc etc holiday parties etc etc limited time etc etc OMG YULETIDE all of things etc etc etc etc. I have a lot of things to say! But, first and foremost, I would like to let everyone know that (drumroll please):

I HAVE NAMED MY BROTHERS.

Yes, it's true, everyone clap, I know you are as thrilled as I am about this. AND EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT, I am deeply relieved not to have to keep typing out "the nineteen year old" and "the eleven year old" every six seconds. And I guess I should probably...tell you...the names. So, uh, basically what happened is [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea suggested I call one of them Donkey Punch because she's hilarious and horrifying and stuff, and then that mutated into:

Burro Punch/Burro: My 19-year-old frat boy brother
Burrito Punch/Burrito: My 11-year-old sixth grade brother

You know, because burro means...donkey and "ito" is an...affectionate diminutive...okay anyway HURRAY FOR CATHY! I will probably mostly be calling them Burro and Burrito, TBH :D BUT AT LEAST THEY ARE NAMED NOW.

Speaking of my brothers, the other night Burro and I got high and he unwittingly outlined a hilarious Inception fic with me. )

So, you know, that was the best ten minutes of my life.

And now, because it's been ages since I posted fic and I feel legit bad about that (although I am working on things I swear I am) here is a WIP dump!

1200 words of unfinished top!Arthur PWP )

2,000 words of...um, drunk blowjob porn )

That coffeeshop AU drabble that I posted on Nellie's AU thinger awhile back )

And a coffeeshop AU drabble never before seen by the internet )

Will these coffeeshop scenes make it into the coffeeshop sequel? Er, maybe. Which brings up the question: is there going to be a coffeeshop sequel? Er...probably. BUT I DON'T KNOW WHEN, GUYS, IT MIGHT BE MONTHS FROM NOW, DON'T HOLD ME TO ANYTHING, OKAY?

Also I'm working on this other thing. I'll tell you guys about it soon, when it's done. For now, I have a Yuletide to write (oh god) and nails to paint and, hopefully, coffee to drink. HAPPY SATURDAY, GUYS :D
gyzym: (A&E)
THIS STORY IS FUCKING DONE NOW JESUS CHRIST. Part One can be found here.

Title: we were once cinema gods in the night [2/2]
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Wordcount: 10,556 (this part)/~21,000 (full story)
Warnings: Discussion of past drug use, generally appalling language, canon character death
Summary: That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

we were once cinema gods in the night [2/2] )
gyzym: (T.Hard w/ cig and skepticism)
Er so. The things is I've been working on this Hollywood AU on and off for months because my brother, who knows not what he does, sent me this article about, among other things, how Inception is a metaphor for film making. And, of course, immediately I was like ARTHUR IS THE PRODUCER EAMES IS THE ACTOR OH MY FUCKING GOD I NEED TO WRITE THIS. Because, you know, I have no self control.

And anyway this is the first 10K and normally I don't do the whole WIP thing but OH MY GOD I NEEDED TO GET THIS PART OFF MY FUCKING COMPUTER IF I WANTED TO GET THE REST DONE, so, uh. Sorry. I apologize. For the WIP-ness. The rest should be done soon.

Also, A Disclaimer: What little I do know about the film industry is culled from a torrid on again/off again relationship with watching Entourage and, more importantly, the year I spent dating a film student in college. I spent a lot of time on college film sets! I spent a lot of time in college cutting rooms! But I DO NOT ACTUALLY KNOW HOW IT WORKS IN HOLLYWOOD. Much of this could be very, very, very wrong, and I used some ~artistic license~, and I make nooooo claims that this is how this industry actually functions. None. Okay?

Also, a DP is a director of photography, or that dude or dudette who, you know, films the movie.

Title: we were once cinema gods in the night [Part One]
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: R
Wordcount: 10,358 (this part)
Warnings: Discussion of past drug use, generally appalling language, canon character death
Summary: That's the thing about Hollywood--everyone has a Hollywood story.

we were once cinema gods in the night [Part One] )
gyzym: (Wait for the kick)
So, once upon a time [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea and I had this conversation in comments on...something...about this awesome band called Why? and I was all OMG THEIR LYRICS and she was all OMG SO MANY FIC TITLE OPTIONS (I am paraphrasing here) and we started throwing lines back and forth. And she said "I'll see you when the sun sets east/don't forget me" and I said, you know, that line makes me want to write a story about Arthur and Eames getting stuck in limbo and searching for each other, and then I got distracted by other things and forgot about it.

...and then, uh, today I wrote it.

ETA: Now with breathtakingly gorgeous fanart by the fantastic [livejournal.com profile] staticlights. Seriously, it's just...it's just stunning, oh my god.

Title: i'll see you when the sun sets east (don't forget me)
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 3257
Warnings: Er, limbo fic?
Summary: He knows he is alone, and that he is not supposed to be alone, and that someone else is here. He knows he had a name, once. He knows he is looking for something.

i'll see you when the sun sets east (don't forget me) )
gyzym: (Sleepy!Arthur)
This story, like all stories worth telling, starts with JGL's twitter.

I'm bopping around on it yesterday, because I'm looking for a link to...something. I don't even know what now, but as is The Way Of The Internet, yesterday I NEEDED IT AT ONCE OMFG, and his twitter was the place I recalled seeing it, right? So I'm looking, and I'm looking, and I find a tweet mentioning that Rian Johnson had been the director of Brick.

"Wait," I think, "wait, what?"

See, the thing is, Rian Johnson directed The Brothers Bloom, which is one of my favorite movies of all time. And not that JGL being in Brick wasn't a selling point in and of itself, but this new information pushed the film into OH MY GOD WHY HAVEN'T I SEEN THIS YET territory. I check, find it is available for streaming on Netflix, and I watch it.

Or, well, I watch most of it. Then I get tired and pass out, and I wake up this morning horrifyingly sick. I call an audible on my day, tell work I will not be coming in, watch the last half hour Brick because, you know, JGL, lovely distraction, and then I fall asleep and have this dream.

I'm in a bar, right, this bar that looks a lot like a bar I love in NYC, and there's a highball glass in front of me. I take a sip and discover, to my extreme glee, that it is in fact a cucumber vodka tonic, made with this cucumber infused vodka that they make by hand at a bar in the town where I used to go to school. The bar I am in is not that bar (and look I recognize that this makes me sound like a hipster, okay, I get that, but OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS THAT CUCUMBER VODKA IS SO DELICIOUS I CANNOT EVEN), and this is how I realize I am dreaming.

Allow me to repeat: I realize I am dreaming.

Now, I feel I should mention at this point that this is not my first lucid dream ever. I have them a lot, although generally I don't do anything particularly awesome in them. (I didn't know I even could do awesome things in them until I saw the movie Waking Life, which, among other things, informed me that one of the ways to tell if you're having a lucid dream is if you flick a light switch and nothing happens. Trufax: morning after I saw that, I woke up, groggy and out of sorts, noticed that none of the lights in my apartment were working, and spent five minutes trying to make myself fly before it occurred to me that the power might be out. My life, not thrilling.) But so I'm excited, right, I drink all of my delicious vodka and my glass refills itself, I've called off work back IRL and as such have no alarm to dread, I can just go ahead and enjoy this.

And then JGL walks into the bar.

Now, please note: celebrity cameos in my dreams are generally just that--cameos. They kind of pop their heads in, fail entirely to speak to me, and pop back out again. And so I don't know why JGL decided to stick around, if it was just because I'd just watched the end of Brick or what, but it occurs to me, staring at him, sipping my fantastic fucking drink, that this is a pretty awesome situation.

I am having a lucid dream featuring Joseph Gordon Levitt. I mean, really, not even I could cock that up, right?

Oh, god, I always underestimate my own fail.

Dream!JGL: Hello!
Dream!Me: I feel obligated to inform you, for the sake of preventing awkwardness later, that you are Joseph Gordon Levitt.
Dream!JGL: Um. Yeah, I know.
Dream!Me: Well, just so long as we're clear on that.
Dream!JGL: Wait, that was your idea of preventing awkwardness?
Dream!Me: Oh, it could have been a lot worse, believe me.
Dream!JGL: You think so? Really?
Dream!Me: God, yeah. I could have mentioned about how I spend most of my free time writing gay fanfiction about you on the internet, for one thing.
Dream!JGL: ...Um. Do you spend most of your free time writing gay fanfiction about me on the internet?
Dream!Me: No? Just...just that character you played in Inception.
Dream!JGL: Oh my god, why would you tell me that?
Dream!Me: YOUR ASS HAS MYSTICAL POWERS, OKAY, I AM A LITTLE FLUSTERED HERE.
Dream!JGL: Okay, uh. Well, then. I'm just going to...go over here now.
Actual!Me: *wakes up horrified*

MY POINT BEING: CONGRATULATIONS, YOU GUYS, YOU OFFICIALLY KNOW SOMEONE WHO IS HIDEOUSLY AWKWARD WITH CELEBRITIES WITHOUT EVEN MEETING SAID CELEBRITIES, WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT.
gyzym: (JGL with guitarrrrr)
THE COFFEESHOP AU, IT IS FINISHED.

So, uh, disclaimer first and foremost: I work for a mid-sized corporate law firm, but in the marketing department. I don't know shit about shit, and I don't claim to know. Anything I've gotten right in terms of Arthur's job is entirely due to the most excellent [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan, and anything I've gotten wrong is totally my own fault.

Also, this story is my love song to [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, my tribute to the baristas who keep me in free coffee, and an (early?) birthday present for [livejournal.com profile] bookshop. And, also, the title is a nod to Paul Simon, because who doesn't love that guy? Except, you know, Art Garfunkel.

ETA 1: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD NOW WITH ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL FANART BY [livejournal.com profile] pen_pistola AND MORE TO COME FROM [livejournal.com profile] xxdoublexx YOU GUYS ARE MUCH TOO GOOD TO ME PLEASE TO BE SHOWERING LOVE ON EVERY FANARTIST EVER AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

ETA 2: I did a soundtrack for this story, because YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO AWESOME AND THE LEAST I CAN DO IS OFFER YOU SOME FREE MUSIC, OH MY GOD ♥

ETA 3: HOLY FUCKING SHIT PLEASE TO BE VIEWING ALL THE AMAZING FANART FOR THIS STORY I CANNOT EVEN. MY GRATITUDE IS BEYOND WORDS AND THEY ARE ALL SO AMAZING AND FDJFDSFDNSFJSDFSDF GO GO GO SHOWER THE ARTISTS WITH LOVE GOOOOOO!!!

ETA 4: [livejournal.com profile] pennyplainknits has done a simply fantastic podfic of this story. IT IS AMAZING. AMAZING.

Title: I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy in New York)
Pairing: Arthur/Eames [side Ariadne/Yusuf]
Rating: Probably PG-13, to be honest, but let's go with R and be on the safe side.
Wordcount: 19,745
Summary: Arthur's a corporate lawyer, Eames owns the coffee shop across the street, and all good love stories start with a quadruple shot latte.

I've Got Nothing To Do Today But Smile (The Only Living Boy in New York), 1/2 )
gyzym: (Arthur's on a beach)
...um. So. I wrote some new domestic!verse fic. This was supposed to be a quick little story about shit breaking in Arthur & Eames' house, but they had...other plans. And now it's 16K? And not really about shit breaking so much? So, you know, there's that.

Sometimes I despair of my life, you guys.

[livejournal.com profile] angelgazing says this one is my fault; I suspect, secretly, that she is still to blame, but for the sake of not making her sputter with rage I will just thank her for being the devil angel on my shoulder :D

Title: having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 16,200
Summary: This time there are shitty dogeared paperbacks Arthur wouldn't be caught dead reading piled on the coffee table, and half-finished crosswords tucked into the bookshelves, and the far wall is hung with that tapestry they'd bought in a shit part of London on a whim. This time they've spent all day fixing their sink and there's a mug of yesterday's tea sitting on top of the television and it's not just Arthur's living room at all.
Author's Note: This story is the eighth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home), also known as the domestic!verse; the link takes you to the series master post.

having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone [1/2] )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
Okay, here's the goddamn motherfucking fkdsfjsdfjsd wedding fic. It took forever. POSSIBLY BECAUSE IT IS ALMOST 20K? I just. I don't even know what happened here.

I have to tell you guys: I pretty much hate this fic right now, it's eaten at my soul, I have massive fucking doubts about it, but just. [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing says I have to post it, and I need it out of my damn to-do file, and just. *Tears at hair and makes pleading eyes* I CANNOT OFFER ANY...ANYTHING FOR THIS ANYMORE. I JUST CAN'T. I AM SORRY. BUT THERE'S LIKE 3K OF RIMMING PORN TUCKED IN IT? I JUST. I DON'T EVEN. NO MORE SPEAKING.

And, with that auspicious introduction:

Title: life long local foreigner, i
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 19,464 (JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT, SELF)
Summary: Arthur grins, lazy and relaxed, and Eames thinks that maybe this is how people get through these things, tethered to one another when they can't hold on anywhere else.
Author's Note: This story is the seventh in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home), also known as the domesticverse; the link takes you to the series master post. Specifically, it is the companion piece to pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name; the titles are from the same song and everything!

life long local foreigner, i [1/2] )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
HILARIOUS THING NUMBER ONE:

So, I changed my lj name thing to "and zeus was like yeah i've had allll the bitches" after that conversation with [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing the other day, because I was laughing so hard I could not breathe and she said I should. I did that, and I forgot about it, and today I got an email from LJ to notify me that I have to buy more paid time that was ADDRESSED TO "and zeus was like yeah i've had allll the bitches." Like, literally, it read "Dear and zeus was like yeah i've had allll the bitches, your paid account will expire in blah blah blah."

I laughed so hard I did not even mind realizing how VERY QUICKLY 6 months have gone by.

HILARIOUS THING NUMBER TWO:

My family is officially too large for anyone's good. I know this because I came into the coffee shop today and I saw a woman sitting in the corner and I thought "Huh, she looks familiar." And I got my coffee and saw her looking at me with that same expression on her face, that how-do-I-know-you expression, and I was like, hmmm, we must have met somewhere. But she left while I was getting my coffee and I've been thinking about it since and five minutes ago I realized: THAT WAS MY AUNT NORMA.

I mean, really, just, what.

(HOPEFULLY?) HILARIOUS THING NUMBER THREE:

I feel guilty about how long the stupid wedding fic is taking me (WRITE YOURSELF, LAST SCENE, I WANT TO BE WORKING ON THE NEXT DOMESTIC!VERSE FIC), so I wrote you guys some total crack! Hopefully the wedding thing will be done at some point today, but who can tell. If the title of this does not make sense, please proceed to your nearest Blockbuster and rent Little Shop of Horrors. Or see a live production! It is pretty much amazing.

Title: Don't Feed Me, Seymour
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Summary: "This looks delicious," Eames fucking lies, because the only accurate statement would be This looks like intestines, and he would like Arthur to continue to shagging him.

Don't Feed Me, Seymour )
gyzym: (Ariadne!)
So, uh, [livejournal.com profile] hackthis has been all MOAR YUSUF all over the place and I've wanted to write this story for ages and pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name and the fic about Arthur's family needed a bridge between them. So here, have some Ariadne/Yusuf! The Arthur fic will be up...as soon as I finish it.

Title: take the long way home (soft as the radio)
Pairing: Ariadne/Yusuf, Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The thought washes over her, steady and calming like a warm breeze, that this could be her own kind of love story.
Author's Note: Despite being Ariadne/Yusuf, this story is the sixth in an Arthur/Eames series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post. There is a heavy Arthur/Eames presence in this piece, and the arc of the story covers a number of events that happen in the 'verse timeline. Yes? Yes.

take the long way home (soft as the radio) )
gyzym: (arthur with book)
What's the best way to wind down from writing 10K of angsty grief fic? Why, by writing 5K of ridiculous Trojan War AU crack, of course!

I'd like to state for the record that the actual mythology behind the Trojan War is nothing at all like this. It is much, much better. I changed things around and I totally fucked with everything and actually, really, this whole thing is like me turning to Homer and saying "I bite my thumb at you, sir." Additionally, today's Blame Game winners are my high school Latin teacher, who turned me into a mythology nerd, [livejournal.com profile] aredblush, who drew this adorable sketch of Cupid!Arthur and Zeus!Eames and thus gave me the idea for fucking about with this concept, and [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing, because she linked me to said sketch and because everything is her fault forever.

But, um. Enjoy?

Title: Lay Your Siege
Pairing: Arthur/Eames [Cobb/Mal]
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 4846
Summary: Haven't you been paying attention? This is a war story.

Lay Your Siege )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
And then I thought, "It's not really domesticity until you've dealt with each other's family shit!" Thus, 10K about Eames' father's funeral, which will, in the next few days, be followed by a companion piece about Arthur's sister's wedding. Because...yes.

Jesus guys it's 2:30 in the morning and this fic took a lot out of me, I apologize for my lack of wit. This is in that domesticity verse, with between my reflex & my resolve and this life looks good on you, etc. Please note that [livejournal.com profile] angelgazing totally coaxed this story out of me word by aching word, and I love her forever. Oh, oh! And also [livejournal.com profile] postcardmystery, who Brit-picked and taught me about public school and helped me create Eames' backstory, and [livejournal.com profile] elrhiarhodan, who is always such the best.

Title: pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This is a fic dealing with grief; specifically, the loss of a parent. Be advised.
Summary: The thing is...the thing is Arthur'd thought Eames played it fast and loose with affection like he plays it fast and loose with everything else, and instead it's been this stupid climb, hand over foot, and of the two of them Eames has been the braver, really.
Author's Note: This story is the fifth in a series called Wherever You Will Be (That's Where I'll Call Home); the link takes you to the series master post.

pressed against the pending physics of my passed down last name )
gyzym: (jesus christ eames why you gotta be so f)
Oh my god, so, I got distracted by, uh, writing ridiculous crack and somehow forgot to POST AN ENTHUSIASTIC REC for [livejournal.com profile] jjgd's fabulous ARTHUR & EAMES & COBB PLAYING POKER ART. She drew it for me and I LOVE ITTTTT everybody CLICK AND COMMENT. CLICK BITCHES CLICKKKKKKKKK.

Uh, also, speaking of [livejournal.com profile] jjgd and ridiculous crack, we just had the following (admittedly paraphrased) conversation:

[livejournal.com profile] jjgd: Did you create the twitter btw?
[livejournal.com profile] gyzym: ...What twitter?
[livejournal.com profile] jjgd: The Shit Arthur Says twitter!
[livejournal.com profile] gyzym: THE WHAT NOW
[livejournal.com profile] jjgd: Yeah, I checked to see if there was one after I read the story.
[livejournal.com profile] gyzym: AND DISCOVERED THE ANSWER WAS YES???????

So, for the record, no I did not create it, but lolololol I AM VERY CURIOUS ABOUT WHO DID, AND MILDLY ANNOYED THAT IT DID NOT OCCUR TO ME TO DO SO, LOL. PLEASE TO ENLIGHTEN ME, INTERWEBZ! AND THE MYSTERY OF WHO DID IS SOLVED. Y'all should follow it, it's hilarious as shit.

In conclusion: SERIOUSLY EVERYONE GO LOOK AT THE ART.

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