Inception 2: Taking it to the Oscars
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seriousficDon't take this too seriously, I'm not really bitter. I would've been happy if The Social Network had won.
But The King's Speech? Really? Really?
Title: Inception 2: Taking it to the Oscars
Fandom: Inception RPF
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,112
Characters/Pairings: Some JGL/Tom, I guess?
Summary: When the Inception Cool Kids Club hears that The King's Speech is going to win Best Picture, they know there's only one thing to do: Inception the fuck out of Steven Spielberg.
Chris Nolan returned to his seat, brow furrowed.
"What's wrong?" Ken Watanabe asked. "Are they out of spinach puffs?"
"Worse. I talked to Anne Hathaway. They're going to be playing the king's speech from The King's Speech over the Best Picture nominees. It's in the bag now."
"So you did get my spinach puffs?" Ken insisted.
"For God's sake, Ken," Marion cut in. "Don't they have spinach puffs in Japan?"
"No."
"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Wait up a sec," Ellen Page piped up. "How do we even know Anne was telling the truth? She was in Bride Wars, I don't think we should trust her."
"The info's good," Chris said. "I slipped her a big, meaty part for it."
"Eww!"
"In my next Batman movie! She's playing Catwoman!"
"Eww!"
Leo spoke at long last, his dulcet tone stopping Marion's rant (about how it would be nice to at least be asked to play Catwoman) in its tracks. "Listen, gang. We didn't start the Inception Cool Kids Club on the set of our hit movie Inception to take this lying down. I say if The King's Speech wants an Oscar, they can pry it out of our cold, dead hands."
"We're not Tom Hanks," Ken argued. "We can't just take Oscars."
"True. But we can steal them."
Joseph Gordon-Levitt checked his watch. "Commercial break's coming up. If we get to Spielberg now, we have an hour in the dream world."
"Wait, dream world, what?" Ellen asked, feeling like she was back on the set of X-Men: The Last Stand.
"Didn't you know?" Dileep Rao asked her. "Before filming the movie, Chris built a dream machine."
Chris nodded. "I don't muck about when it comes to my films. When Christian Bale played Batman, I punched him in the throat before every take so he could feel the pain of his parents' death."
Ellen wasn't impressed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Well, you know how everyone says I hate women? I am like that, only with hipsters."
"You have Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the movie! He was in 500 Days of Summer! With Zooey Deschaniel!"
"Don't make this awkward," Leo ordered. He crossed his arms. "We have a job to do. And it looks like this could be the Inception Cool Kids Club's toughest mission yet."
"No one calls us that but you."
"Quiet, hipster."
Chris tapped Michael Caine on the shoulder, waking him. "Michael, the ensemble and I are going to incept the Oscars. Cover for us."
"Certainly. I already took the liberty of drugging James Franco before the show."
"How'd you manage that?" Tom asked.
"You forget, sir, that I am Michael Caine and he is James Franco."
On stage, Colin Firth finished his acceptance speech. "I have some impulses I have to tend to backstage." The show went to commercial. Chris and the actors moved fast, piling into the aisle and crouching their way backstage.
"Hey, where are you headed, Inception Cool Kids Club?" a security guard barked.
Michael stood. "I believe I can answer that, son. It reminds me of an episode in my youth, developing this charming Cockney accent. I had just pinned a papaya to my hatband, wot was the fashion at the time…"
***
James Franco tried to challenge them when they went backstage, but Anne distracted him with the laser pointer on her keychain and gave Chris a thumbsup. As soon as they got past the curtain, they saw Firth with a puppy between two slices of beard, mouth wide open. When he saw them, he broke off. "I-I'm not proud of myself."
Tom Hardy punched him out. "Puppy-popping. It's a real problem on the Isle."
"Get his Oscar," Chris ordered Leo. "It'll get us into the VVIP Room."
"What's a Work-In-Progress Room?"
"It stands for Very, Very Important Person," JGL explained. "They only let Oscar winners in. And none of that 'Lifetime Achievement' bullshit either."
Leo handed the Oscar to Chris. "Good luck."
***
The VVIP Room was guarded by the usual gorilla in a cheap suit. He looked like he could've greenlit a Jerry Bruckheimer movie. Chris toasted him with the Oscar.
"What's that for?" the guard demanded.
"Uh… best editing by a… genius."
"Alright, go in."
Inside, most of the A-listers were trying to restrain Cuba Gooding Jr. as he swung his Oscar at Sean Penn.
"Don't tell me he blames Penn for his post-Oscar career," Chris asked a best actress.
"No, just for being Sean Penn. Wait, are you sure you've got an Oscar?"
"You really wanna go there, Marisa Tomei?" Chris looked around and spotted Steven Spielberg. He was playing tiddlywinks with George Lucas. "Hey, Steve, Drew Barrymore's outside, she wants to talk to you. Something about E.T. 2: Rocking Uranus?"
"I knew she'd come around!" Steven followed Chris outside, but found only Tom Hardy's fist.
"I had chloroform," JGL said morosely.
"Doesn't matter. That was for Hook."
"Hey!" a pair of studio execs called. It was the Warner brothers! They were caught!
"Dileep, cloak us!" Chris ordered.
Dileep strolled toward them. "Hello! I was wondering if I could have a word about a part in The Last Airbender 2: The Other Airbender We Forgot To Mention Until Just Recently."
"I don't see anything," Jack Warner said.
Jake Warner agreed, and they went on their way.
"Wow," said Ellen. "I knew Hollywood whitewashing was bad, but that was ridiculous."
"I've spied on six of Charlie Sheen's cocaine orgies," Dileep admitted.
Nolan pulled out his iPhone and selected the dream-stealing app. "Alright, Dileep, keep us covered. We're going in."
In a few minutes, they were inside Spielberg's dream. He was dreaming of a mansion, pacing through it while he talked on a cell-phone. "No, George, I don't care if the groundhogs are CGI or not. I'm only doing Indy for old time's sake anyway."
"First level. We must be in his short-term memory," Chris explained. "Lower down, we'll go into memories of the distant past."
"That wasn't how it worked in the movie," Marion said.
"We changed a few things around for dramatic effect. And put everyone in nice suits."
Spielberg got a call-waiting beep. "Hold on, Lucas, I've got Bay on the other line. Hello, Michael. You want two of the robots to have buckteeth, be illiterate, and speak in ebonics? I don't care, do whatever. I only focus on important movies these days."
Chris pulled the team into a huddle. "Right, there he is. Now we need to pull him subtly deeper into our web of deception, like he was watching The Prestige."
Tom charged up to Spielberg. "This is also for Hook!" he said, punching him out.
"Tom!" Chris cried. "Watching The Prestige isn't like getting punched in the face."
"I don't know, that David Bowie stuff was pretty weak," Ellen said.
Leo was already setting Spielberg up in the dream machine. "Tom, what is it with you and Hook?"
"He killed off Rufio, man."
"Maybe you'd better stay here and watch our backs."
Tom nodded.
JGL looked him dead in the eye. "Tom, if we don't make it, I just want you to know… I was the one who stole your chips." He broke down crying. "I didn't know they were yours. And then, when you said someone had stolen your crisps, I didn't 'fess up because I didn't know that was your wacky British way of saying chips!"
"I know, JGL. I've always known."
They tearfully embraced.
"What kind of chips could they have possibly been?" Marion wondered out loud.
***
Spielberg's next dream was of a hospital room. An old man laid in the hospital bed, while Spielberg stood over him, gesticulating like William Shatner. "And we built a giant robot T-Rex, just for the movie. It looks absolutely real, you've gotta see it!"
"Bah! Why should I waste my time with some B-movie about dinosaurs? Your movies, always with the dinosaurs and the sharks and the whipping, never the real life, never the Oscar."
Spielberg clenched his fists. "I'll show you, Dad! I'll make important movies! I'll make the most important movies the world has ever seen!
"Wow," Ellen commented. "Who would've guessed Steven Spielberg had father issues?"
JGL looked at her. "Have you ever seen his movies?"
Suddenly, Spielberg spotted them. "Intruders! Projections, seize them!"
An army of Shia LeBeoufs burst through the wall.
"Ugh, why does Spielberg keep trying to make Shia LeBeouf happen?" JGL demanded, punching one. "He's not going to happen!"
Ellen have grabbed an IV stand and was pushing at one that was coming in through the window. "Ken, help me! Do you know any kung-fu?"
Ken gave her the side-eye. "You hipsters. Just because I'm Asian you think I know martial arts?"
"…you did in that movie."
"In real life, I know gun-fu." With that, Ken drew two golden pistols from his jacket and blasted away.
"Wait, Steve!" Marion called. "If this is a dream, shouldn't you kiss me before you wake up?"
Spielberg rubbed his chin. "Well, that was the moral of Total Recall."
But after she kissed him, Spielberg passed out in a daze. Marion had used her knock-out lipstick; fashionable and deadly.
"I could also play Poison Ivy," Marion suggested to Nolan.
"I'll have my people call your people," Chris replied. "Ken, can you hold off these Shias long enough for us to go a level deeper?"
Ken booted one out the window. It screamed no-no-no all the way down. "Yes. It'll be just like The Last Samurai, facing down countless enemies in a desperate fight for honor, only this time the last samurai won't be white."
***
In the oldest memory in Spielberg's dream, they were in a theater watching a Buck Rogers serial. There were many children with them, eating popcorn and enjoying the show.
"No!" Spielberg cried. "Stop watching this! It has imitable violence! There's non-negative depictions of guns! A lack of environmental messages! There's no social commentary!"
"These kids know something you forgot a long time ago!" Leo yelled. "You don't give well-enunciated speeches about Nazis. You punch them in the face!"
As Leo continued the speechify, the Inception Cool Kids Club saw J.J. Abrams and his merry band of perpetually-employed actors in another row.
"Dub-Jay, what are you doing here?" Ellen asked.
"Just making sure Star Trek 2 gets a nod next year," Abrams offered. "Well, good luck."
JGL and Jorge Garcia nodded to each other. "Loved you in Lost."
"When were you in Lost?" Nolan asked after they'd left.
"I was supposed to be the guy who explained how the Island worked, but they cut me for a scene of Jack crying."
Meanwhile, Steven Spielberg was near tears. "But… but… There Will Be Blood!"
"No one saw it more than once! Why? Because important movies are boring!"
Steven Spielberg sniffled. "I abandoned my inner child!" he sobbed. "I abandoned my inner child! I abandoned my boyhood!"
Spielberg fell to his knees, weeping.
Chris knelt beside him. "Steven, why do we fall?"
***
Back in their seats, the team took hits from Michael Caine's hip flask. "Another successful mission for the Inception Cool Kids Club!" Marion toasted.
"I thought we agreed that name was lame," Ellen said.
"Everything sounds cool when I say it," Marion said. "As well as vaguely erotic."
On stage, Spielberg opened the envelope. "And the Oscar goes to… Inception!"
Even as Nolan stood, Tom Hooper, director of The King's Speech, was already on his feet. "No! Scientology will have another Academy Award for our centerpiece! If not by choice, then by blood!"
Nolan leapt on stage with Spielberg. "C'mon, Jews! Let's show 'em who really runs Hollywood!"
***
"I can't believe Charlie Sheen sacrificed his life to save us. He really redeemed himself there," JGL said on the way out.
"Do you think he could've survived?" Ellen asked.
"No… I saw Gabourey Sidibe swallow him whole."
Chris walked with a death-grip on his Oscar. "Gang, the important thing is that once more we saved Hollywood from the Scientologists, and we won an Oscar. And this doesn't just belong to me. It belongs to all of us."
"We should melt it down and make rings out of it for all of us to wear," Ken suggested.
"No, I think I'll just hold onto it as is."
"It's a shame the Inception Cool Kids Club has to end," Leo said. "Unless we could do a sequel."
"Yes, but for that to work, we'd have to know whether it was a dream or not," Dileep said.
Everyone looked at Nolan.
"Fuck it, let's all just do Batman 3."
Michael Caine nodded approvingly. "And so the Batman Cool Kids Club was born."
But The King's Speech? Really? Really?
Title: Inception 2: Taking it to the Oscars
Fandom: Inception RPF
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,112
Characters/Pairings: Some JGL/Tom, I guess?
Summary: When the Inception Cool Kids Club hears that The King's Speech is going to win Best Picture, they know there's only one thing to do: Inception the fuck out of Steven Spielberg.
Chris Nolan returned to his seat, brow furrowed.
"What's wrong?" Ken Watanabe asked. "Are they out of spinach puffs?"
"Worse. I talked to Anne Hathaway. They're going to be playing the king's speech from The King's Speech over the Best Picture nominees. It's in the bag now."
"So you did get my spinach puffs?" Ken insisted.
"For God's sake, Ken," Marion cut in. "Don't they have spinach puffs in Japan?"
"No."
"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Wait up a sec," Ellen Page piped up. "How do we even know Anne was telling the truth? She was in Bride Wars, I don't think we should trust her."
"The info's good," Chris said. "I slipped her a big, meaty part for it."
"Eww!"
"In my next Batman movie! She's playing Catwoman!"
"Eww!"
Leo spoke at long last, his dulcet tone stopping Marion's rant (about how it would be nice to at least be asked to play Catwoman) in its tracks. "Listen, gang. We didn't start the Inception Cool Kids Club on the set of our hit movie Inception to take this lying down. I say if The King's Speech wants an Oscar, they can pry it out of our cold, dead hands."
"We're not Tom Hanks," Ken argued. "We can't just take Oscars."
"True. But we can steal them."
Joseph Gordon-Levitt checked his watch. "Commercial break's coming up. If we get to Spielberg now, we have an hour in the dream world."
"Wait, dream world, what?" Ellen asked, feeling like she was back on the set of X-Men: The Last Stand.
"Didn't you know?" Dileep Rao asked her. "Before filming the movie, Chris built a dream machine."
Chris nodded. "I don't muck about when it comes to my films. When Christian Bale played Batman, I punched him in the throat before every take so he could feel the pain of his parents' death."
Ellen wasn't impressed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Well, you know how everyone says I hate women? I am like that, only with hipsters."
"You have Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the movie! He was in 500 Days of Summer! With Zooey Deschaniel!"
"Don't make this awkward," Leo ordered. He crossed his arms. "We have a job to do. And it looks like this could be the Inception Cool Kids Club's toughest mission yet."
"No one calls us that but you."
"Quiet, hipster."
Chris tapped Michael Caine on the shoulder, waking him. "Michael, the ensemble and I are going to incept the Oscars. Cover for us."
"Certainly. I already took the liberty of drugging James Franco before the show."
"How'd you manage that?" Tom asked.
"You forget, sir, that I am Michael Caine and he is James Franco."
On stage, Colin Firth finished his acceptance speech. "I have some impulses I have to tend to backstage." The show went to commercial. Chris and the actors moved fast, piling into the aisle and crouching their way backstage.
"Hey, where are you headed, Inception Cool Kids Club?" a security guard barked.
Michael stood. "I believe I can answer that, son. It reminds me of an episode in my youth, developing this charming Cockney accent. I had just pinned a papaya to my hatband, wot was the fashion at the time…"
***
James Franco tried to challenge them when they went backstage, but Anne distracted him with the laser pointer on her keychain and gave Chris a thumbsup. As soon as they got past the curtain, they saw Firth with a puppy between two slices of beard, mouth wide open. When he saw them, he broke off. "I-I'm not proud of myself."
Tom Hardy punched him out. "Puppy-popping. It's a real problem on the Isle."
"Get his Oscar," Chris ordered Leo. "It'll get us into the VVIP Room."
"What's a Work-In-Progress Room?"
"It stands for Very, Very Important Person," JGL explained. "They only let Oscar winners in. And none of that 'Lifetime Achievement' bullshit either."
Leo handed the Oscar to Chris. "Good luck."
***
The VVIP Room was guarded by the usual gorilla in a cheap suit. He looked like he could've greenlit a Jerry Bruckheimer movie. Chris toasted him with the Oscar.
"What's that for?" the guard demanded.
"Uh… best editing by a… genius."
"Alright, go in."
Inside, most of the A-listers were trying to restrain Cuba Gooding Jr. as he swung his Oscar at Sean Penn.
"Don't tell me he blames Penn for his post-Oscar career," Chris asked a best actress.
"No, just for being Sean Penn. Wait, are you sure you've got an Oscar?"
"You really wanna go there, Marisa Tomei?" Chris looked around and spotted Steven Spielberg. He was playing tiddlywinks with George Lucas. "Hey, Steve, Drew Barrymore's outside, she wants to talk to you. Something about E.T. 2: Rocking Uranus?"
"I knew she'd come around!" Steven followed Chris outside, but found only Tom Hardy's fist.
"I had chloroform," JGL said morosely.
"Doesn't matter. That was for Hook."
"Hey!" a pair of studio execs called. It was the Warner brothers! They were caught!
"Dileep, cloak us!" Chris ordered.
Dileep strolled toward them. "Hello! I was wondering if I could have a word about a part in The Last Airbender 2: The Other Airbender We Forgot To Mention Until Just Recently."
"I don't see anything," Jack Warner said.
Jake Warner agreed, and they went on their way.
"Wow," said Ellen. "I knew Hollywood whitewashing was bad, but that was ridiculous."
"I've spied on six of Charlie Sheen's cocaine orgies," Dileep admitted.
Nolan pulled out his iPhone and selected the dream-stealing app. "Alright, Dileep, keep us covered. We're going in."
In a few minutes, they were inside Spielberg's dream. He was dreaming of a mansion, pacing through it while he talked on a cell-phone. "No, George, I don't care if the groundhogs are CGI or not. I'm only doing Indy for old time's sake anyway."
"First level. We must be in his short-term memory," Chris explained. "Lower down, we'll go into memories of the distant past."
"That wasn't how it worked in the movie," Marion said.
"We changed a few things around for dramatic effect. And put everyone in nice suits."
Spielberg got a call-waiting beep. "Hold on, Lucas, I've got Bay on the other line. Hello, Michael. You want two of the robots to have buckteeth, be illiterate, and speak in ebonics? I don't care, do whatever. I only focus on important movies these days."
Chris pulled the team into a huddle. "Right, there he is. Now we need to pull him subtly deeper into our web of deception, like he was watching The Prestige."
Tom charged up to Spielberg. "This is also for Hook!" he said, punching him out.
"Tom!" Chris cried. "Watching The Prestige isn't like getting punched in the face."
"I don't know, that David Bowie stuff was pretty weak," Ellen said.
Leo was already setting Spielberg up in the dream machine. "Tom, what is it with you and Hook?"
"He killed off Rufio, man."
"Maybe you'd better stay here and watch our backs."
Tom nodded.
JGL looked him dead in the eye. "Tom, if we don't make it, I just want you to know… I was the one who stole your chips." He broke down crying. "I didn't know they were yours. And then, when you said someone had stolen your crisps, I didn't 'fess up because I didn't know that was your wacky British way of saying chips!"
"I know, JGL. I've always known."
They tearfully embraced.
"What kind of chips could they have possibly been?" Marion wondered out loud.
***
Spielberg's next dream was of a hospital room. An old man laid in the hospital bed, while Spielberg stood over him, gesticulating like William Shatner. "And we built a giant robot T-Rex, just for the movie. It looks absolutely real, you've gotta see it!"
"Bah! Why should I waste my time with some B-movie about dinosaurs? Your movies, always with the dinosaurs and the sharks and the whipping, never the real life, never the Oscar."
Spielberg clenched his fists. "I'll show you, Dad! I'll make important movies! I'll make the most important movies the world has ever seen!
"Wow," Ellen commented. "Who would've guessed Steven Spielberg had father issues?"
JGL looked at her. "Have you ever seen his movies?"
Suddenly, Spielberg spotted them. "Intruders! Projections, seize them!"
An army of Shia LeBeoufs burst through the wall.
"Ugh, why does Spielberg keep trying to make Shia LeBeouf happen?" JGL demanded, punching one. "He's not going to happen!"
Ellen have grabbed an IV stand and was pushing at one that was coming in through the window. "Ken, help me! Do you know any kung-fu?"
Ken gave her the side-eye. "You hipsters. Just because I'm Asian you think I know martial arts?"
"…you did in that movie."
"In real life, I know gun-fu." With that, Ken drew two golden pistols from his jacket and blasted away.
"Wait, Steve!" Marion called. "If this is a dream, shouldn't you kiss me before you wake up?"
Spielberg rubbed his chin. "Well, that was the moral of Total Recall."
But after she kissed him, Spielberg passed out in a daze. Marion had used her knock-out lipstick; fashionable and deadly.
"I could also play Poison Ivy," Marion suggested to Nolan.
"I'll have my people call your people," Chris replied. "Ken, can you hold off these Shias long enough for us to go a level deeper?"
Ken booted one out the window. It screamed no-no-no all the way down. "Yes. It'll be just like The Last Samurai, facing down countless enemies in a desperate fight for honor, only this time the last samurai won't be white."
***
In the oldest memory in Spielberg's dream, they were in a theater watching a Buck Rogers serial. There were many children with them, eating popcorn and enjoying the show.
"No!" Spielberg cried. "Stop watching this! It has imitable violence! There's non-negative depictions of guns! A lack of environmental messages! There's no social commentary!"
"These kids know something you forgot a long time ago!" Leo yelled. "You don't give well-enunciated speeches about Nazis. You punch them in the face!"
As Leo continued the speechify, the Inception Cool Kids Club saw J.J. Abrams and his merry band of perpetually-employed actors in another row.
"Dub-Jay, what are you doing here?" Ellen asked.
"Just making sure Star Trek 2 gets a nod next year," Abrams offered. "Well, good luck."
JGL and Jorge Garcia nodded to each other. "Loved you in Lost."
"When were you in Lost?" Nolan asked after they'd left.
"I was supposed to be the guy who explained how the Island worked, but they cut me for a scene of Jack crying."
Meanwhile, Steven Spielberg was near tears. "But… but… There Will Be Blood!"
"No one saw it more than once! Why? Because important movies are boring!"
Steven Spielberg sniffled. "I abandoned my inner child!" he sobbed. "I abandoned my inner child! I abandoned my boyhood!"
Spielberg fell to his knees, weeping.
Chris knelt beside him. "Steven, why do we fall?"
***
Back in their seats, the team took hits from Michael Caine's hip flask. "Another successful mission for the Inception Cool Kids Club!" Marion toasted.
"I thought we agreed that name was lame," Ellen said.
"Everything sounds cool when I say it," Marion said. "As well as vaguely erotic."
On stage, Spielberg opened the envelope. "And the Oscar goes to… Inception!"
Even as Nolan stood, Tom Hooper, director of The King's Speech, was already on his feet. "No! Scientology will have another Academy Award for our centerpiece! If not by choice, then by blood!"
Nolan leapt on stage with Spielberg. "C'mon, Jews! Let's show 'em who really runs Hollywood!"
***
"I can't believe Charlie Sheen sacrificed his life to save us. He really redeemed himself there," JGL said on the way out.
"Do you think he could've survived?" Ellen asked.
"No… I saw Gabourey Sidibe swallow him whole."
Chris walked with a death-grip on his Oscar. "Gang, the important thing is that once more we saved Hollywood from the Scientologists, and we won an Oscar. And this doesn't just belong to me. It belongs to all of us."
"We should melt it down and make rings out of it for all of us to wear," Ken suggested.
"No, I think I'll just hold onto it as is."
"It's a shame the Inception Cool Kids Club has to end," Leo said. "Unless we could do a sequel."
"Yes, but for that to work, we'd have to know whether it was a dream or not," Dileep said.
Everyone looked at Nolan.
"Fuck it, let's all just do Batman 3."
Michael Caine nodded approvingly. "And so the Batman Cool Kids Club was born."
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Date: 2011-03-22 10:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-22 10:52 pm (UTC)Funny... 'cause it's true.
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Date: 2011-03-22 11:31 pm (UTC)"Dileep, cloak us!" Chris ordered.
I loved that.
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Date: 2011-03-23 04:41 am (UTC)Laughed the entire time. Fucking brilliant. However, best part: ""You forget, sir, that I am Michael Caine and he is James Franco.""
I love them both, but YESSSSSSSSSS.
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Date: 2011-03-23 08:05 am (UTC)LET ME DIEEE
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Date: 2011-03-23 01:32 pm (UTC)(Seriously though, The Last Samurai reference I will love you for forever *sniggers*)
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Date: 2011-03-23 03:24 pm (UTC)I think it says something about me that this was the sticking point. 'Cause from all accounts, she's awesome.
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Date: 2011-03-23 05:00 pm (UTC)Never mind. Forget I said anything.
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Date: 2011-03-24 10:47 pm (UTC)Is the most beautiful sentence ever.
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Date: 2011-04-05 05:45 am (UTC)I laughed, I cried, I bought the t-shirt
Date: 2011-04-05 05:24 pm (UTC)"We should melt it down and make rings out of it for all of us to wear," Ken suggested.
YES. THEY SHOULD.
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