迷上了觅觅♥

[meitachi]

Three things:

A. HOLY FUCK ZHOU MI. This kid-- this man-- Mimi, what the actual fuck, you are kind of blowing my mind in all ways right now. (Like all good celebs, of course, following in T-Hard's amazing example.) This is Mimi being hot as fuck in black with legs that go on for miles and rockin' it like a pro for his Nanjing SS3 solo. I always respected his voice and loved his personality, but who knew the boy could dance like this? 爱你爱你，周觅!♥ Keep on blowing us away.

SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT HE AND HENRY WILL DO FOR SS3 SINGAPORE.

And translation of the song he did courtesy of evaporate here.

B. I have >4000 words of Arthur/Eames AU fic and I have no idea where it's going or for how much longer or how they will even end up together but, um. I'm writing! It is terribly pointless so far... Here is a snippet:

ariadne walks in while arthur's in the middle of his-- whatever. state of complete and utter chaos as created by eames. this is fairly normal, he thinks, but she takes one look at arthur and says, "god, arthur, you're not going to get fired for breathing, you know." he must look worse than usual.

"thanks," he says and ariadne sits down beside him.

"well, i've sent the proofs on to christine and gerald. the charity dinner's set for april 3rd. and, oh, mal called. she wants to have dinner with eames."

arthur looks up from putting the charity dinner into the calendar. "why didn't she call me?"

ariadne grins and elbows him. "why do you think, arthur? she knows you're against them spending time together."

"she's married."

"yes, to dom. they're hardly being inappropriate--" ariadne sighs and cuts herself off, knowing arthur will never change his mind about it. there's just something about mallorie cobb that sets him on edge whenever she spends time with eames. he likes her as a person - she's lovely, truly - but he discourages eames from spending any time with her in a non-professional capacity. publicity reasons, he always argues, knowing christine will back him up. tabloids are vultures for celebrity gossip. they will make mountains out of molehills whenever they get the chance, so it makes sense to arthur to just not give them the chance.

arthur's mouth flattens into a thin line. "she wants to have dinner with him," he repeats. ariadne nods. "tonight?"

"yeah. she says she left a voicemail on eames's phone but she wanted to clear it with-- well, me, since she knows you would never."

eames adores mal. he adored her before he knew she was married to his agent, when she was just another actress with a résumé of classy French films. they bonded over being european darlings of hollywood or some such nonsense like that, arthur supposes. he doesn't really know or care how they met; he just knows he doesn't approve of the way mal touches eames or looks at him under her long lush lashes. it might be completely innocent, maybe it's just because she's french, but it's entirely inappropriate if eames doesn't want to be caught up in the scandal of an affair. mal is huge, well-known, reknowned, respected; her marriage to cobb is equally publicized, repeated as a hollywood love story. they met in paris, they fell in love, the whole works. even a hint of extramarital impropriety with eames would backlash entirely on eames. arthur might have a stroke if that ever happened, or at least land himself in the hospital with the ulcer he's slowly been cultivating over the years. fuck.

eames knows, for a given defintion of "know", that arthur doesn't entirely approve of his friendship with mal. well, not even that, they can be friends all they want - appropriately and without weighty looks and intimate body language and definitely not in public where paparazzi can catch them-- eames knows this, more or less, though perhaps not the breadth to which arthur and christine stress and fret and bitch about it, but he does his best not to aggravate them without due. but eames is still eames, very much his own man, and he refuses to let other people dictate his life. he makes his own decisions about who deserves the honor of his friendship, or respect, or trust. he would never let arthur forbid him to see mal, and so arthur has never tried. (he has grumbled and he has glared, but he feels like that is well within his right and duty.)

eames is going to fucking say yes to dinner. arthur can feel it in his bones, a pattern of behavior that has become standard operating procedure. eames has been busy filming for the past two months, devoid of his closer friends. to say no to fischer's party is one thing; to turn down mal is another thing entirely.

NB: Yes I will totally fix all the caps when I post for real (god knows when that'll be!). I am just being lazy and stream-of-conscious right now because apparently that's the only way I can write without getting stuck in my own head, it seems.


C. Anyone who's not yet seen Tom's amazing Arena Homme interview should go do so now, because he is not just about horrible MySpace photos (with palms) and being hot in a suit (or plaid) and telling stories about adopting "kats", but seriously has some fucking depth as a person and actor. And it's gorgeous. MY BIAS IS SUBTLE, YOU GUYS.