Jan. 9th, 2011

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So, what, was the chemistry hiding in the back room making out with the estrogen or something?

Seriously, Eames, I do not ship you with Arthur and I think you have enough love out there. Stop deliberately screwing with peoples' gender expectations and refusing to go by Ms., and for the love of my sanity stop fantasizing about taking Alice into the back alley and doing symbolically-edged and ridiculously intriguing things to her. No, I mean it. And Alice, shut up about your history with the military and your perfect hair and your issues with Donna's choices, really. Daedalus/Theseus, stop making all kinds of assumptions about Malcolm Cobb that are so very different from the ones you made about Mallorie due to cultural perceptions and Alice, stop feeding into them. And Ms. Saito, what is it with you and the new bitterness in your lines about being an old woman filled with regret, stop hinting at everything that it has cost you to break the glass ceiling, stop getting meta in the elevator with Eames, and - waitasecond. Donna Cobb Miles. What do you think you're doing?

Donna: I'm making an important gesture tied to the emotional core that this story needs, which is also symbolic and thematically apt and really cool in that borderline-pretentious way to which you are addicted.
Me: OH REALLY. BECAUSE IT LOOKS TO ME LIKE YOU'RE HOLDING HANDS WITH MS. SAITO.
Ms. Saito: That's what she just said.
ME: ...OH FINE THEN. MS. YUSUF, GET OVER HERE. GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK WITH.


(...So, yeah, apparently I am writing a femslash-loaded Inception mass genderbend AU? Is someone willing to harass me to finish it?)

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