* 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳

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#4GER     :     highly selective,   private  &  headcanon  -  based eamonn  ' eames '  doyle lavigne of inception    ( 2010 )    pertaining studies of   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐃  .  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄  .  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  .  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃  .  &  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎.     ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ²⁰²³ ᵇʸ ᶠᵃʷⁿ   ⁽ ʰᵉ / ᵗʰᵉʸ  .  ²¹ ⁺  .  ᵍᵐᵗ ⁺ ¹ ⁾

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one to numb the hurt  ⸺  two to ease the pain  ⸺  three to clear your mind    (FORGET ALL THE HATE.)    take as i advised:    not more than prescribed.   several weeks ahead,   you'll be fine again. one to stop the chills  ⸺  two to ease the pain ⸺  three to wash my guilt    (FORGET ALL MY SHAME.)    five could never hurt  ⸺  six couldn't be worse  ⸺  seven days it's been,   here we go again.

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if you practice body positivity but then make fun of men's hairlines, patchy beards, weight, wrinkles, acne, height etc. i don't particularly like you

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i am going to bed (new bed new bed new bed!!!) but we should talk i.nception verses for your muses i think owo

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rolling her eyes , she doesn't appreciate the clapback but he's a worthy opponent . a sigh leaves her lungs with a huff , folding her arms . if he didn't know superman . . . ( seriously ? who is this guy ? ) there's more incoherent babble that leaves his lips , dream walking . . . blah blah blah . she watches him closely , there's an element of scepticism that lingers in the air . ❛ and he has super strength . . . but whatever . ❜ she quips , lois can be pretty smug at times . but this wasn't some kind of who has the best bicycle on the street type of argument . five minutes ? she's already listening to his babble , and even if she won't admit it , she's curious to find out more . ❛ uh , what am i doing now ? chewing corn for gummy parrots ? keep talking mr english rose . ❜ another infamous snark leaves painted lips , they curve into a triumphant smile . and she might have even given him a nickname .

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          THIS IS STARTING TO LOOK LIKE A TERRIBLE,   NOT GOOD,   BAD IDEA.          in all fairness,   this has seemed like such from the moment eames had started talking     (A STATE YOU ARE ALL TOO FAMILIAR WITH)     but it has gradually gotten worse the longer he continued to dig his grave.   also not terribly new territory   .  .  .   one might think you'd eventually learn from mistakes,   but that is not what we do in this house.     "i'm sure this would be quite hurtful if i was english."     he could elaborate:     there's a whole history about the forlorn child of irish immigrants that never quite made a home in the states.   of course he does not do that—————     but he could  &  how stupid would she feel then?     (&  WHO OF THE TWO KEEPS BABBLING ON ABOUT SUPER STRENGTH ANYWAY?)     either way,   there is a not insignificant chance of the nickname sticking regardless of whether or not it actually makes sense.     "how good are you with needles  &  sort of tested substances in the name or science   .  .  .   &  one hell of a news story."

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Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. (Please specify how many muses//which muses for multimuse blogs!!)

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eames mood

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i mentioned moving this blog for a fresh - ish start & now that i found the sexiest fucking psd, i might actually go through with it (credit.)

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To mortals, dreams are the closest they will get to experiencing the true celestial forms of the world. Even for Brighta, she found the dream landscapes difficult to navigate. Here they sat, Brighta and the stranger in front of her. She perked up a smirk at the confusion on his face. For a moment, she wanted to admit that she was impressed by his ability, but her face remained.

"Much of it is true... although, you humans always need to find a way to explain things. The cosmos is far more vast than this place..." Her eyes drew up towards the room they sat in before focusing back on the other, a smirk forming on her lips. "it's dangerous to travel in this world..."

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         NOW,   THAT IS HARDLY NEWS!          tell the guy who has been shot  &  stabbed  &  strangled  &  on one notable occasion,   run over by a lawnmower,   that dreams have a tendency to be dangerous.     (THOUGH YOU SUSPECT THAT THIS IS NOT THE DANGER SHE IS REFERRING TO   .  .  .)     on this,   eames keeps his mouth shut:     contrary to popular belief,   he is neither the idiot nor the arrogant prick he pretends to be.   something about masks he rotates like a second skin   .  .  .   &  perhaps he is more comfortable in the dreams he can control  &  perhaps he knows whom to meet with some deference.     (PERCEPTION  &  MIRRORING ARE YOUR JOB   .  .  .)     "yea,   that's what we do,"   he confirms,   his shrug noncomittal because what else is there to do?     "explain more the less we understand."     &  sure,   eames could be more concerned about her setting herself apart from the humans but   .  .  .   that is yet another thing that might as well happen at this point.     "dangerous how?"   a stupid question  &  an answer eames is not keen to hear:     still potential dangers are something he should be aware of.     (OR USE TO YOUR ADVANTAGE.)

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    it's not an actual question, though, is it ― when the answer wouldn't change a thing? 40 minutes into god knows what hour, empty downtown streets and nik's fingers through eames' beltloops feels like there's a hook and line and sinker there already. eames doesn't even stop when he asks. gambler, meet roulette.

    nik grins. "long as there's a reward at the end, does it even matter?"

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          FAIR ENOUGH—————     which is a sentiment that most likely applies to every situation that isn't this.   though eames has never been known for wise decisions  &  it is true:   he neither stops nor turns when asking.     (SOME IMPLICIT TRUST IN THERE THAT NEITHER OF YOU WILL ACKNOWLEDGE ANYTIME SOON   .  .  .)     "'suppose not,"     he says with a shrug,   which is also not quite true.   if neither knows where they are going,   how do they know there is treasure at the end at all?     (THE WAY IS THE AIM IS QUITE BULLSHIT UNLESS   .  .  .)     "would prefer you getting your weird fucking notions when it's not mid december,   though.   or if you weren't such a dumbass cryptic about it."

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my absolutely favorite headcanon is still that e.ames may be the messiest person where his entire life is concerned, but his bookkeeping & taxes are meticulously monitored, sorted & always up to date. (& that's how a.rthur fell in love.)

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go farther in lightness dialogue prompts from gang of youths’s 2017 album.

hey, i’ll miss you when you leave.

i was a boy once, now i’m a kind-of-adult.

i feel it all, i feel everything.

i’m terrified of loving ‘cause i’m terrified of pain.

i was only a kid when i fell and you tossed me aside.

can you still show me the way?

what can i do if the fire goes out?

i’m not leaving tonight.

get that thing out of my face.

i’m not dumb and you people can’t dick me around.

you can rot in your sleep.

i’ll watch as you bleed.

i have come for my shit and i won’t take less than that.

i will love you, but love not the powers you serve.

do not grow complacent and take less than what you deserve.

i’ll always struggle to think of you in a harsh way.

i know that it’s weird but i still see you for the human beneath.

i wish that i was in love with your endless bullshit.

in my blood, some electric holy yearning carries an impulse to get shit-faced on you.

i’m trying, honeybee.

since we’ve been talking, i’m not sure if i believe anything.

when did everything get this weird?

did you ever believe in me?

i deserve better than this.

do not let this thing you got go to waste.

where you go, i’m going, so jump and i’m jumping.

there is no me without you.

no audience could ever want you.

you crave the applause yet hate the attention.

it’s not worth it, ____.

don’t listen, ____.

you asked for my counsel, i gave you my thoughts.

no one asked for your thoughts.

can you hear me, ____? i’m talking to you.

i thought i had a real understanding then of loss, but i didn’t know a thing 'til you were gone.

i used to wanna be important, now i just wanna be alive.

it’s okay to feel unbelievably lost.

i live hard 'cause i am scared that i won’t mean anything.

you got to persevere.

you want someone to want you for who you are.

look at me and tell me what i already know.

sometimes life sucks, everything is lame.

you give me a good reason to be heartsick again.

it’s no secret that i’ve been losing my way.

it’s not a bad time, time spent with you.

we never have to talk again, whatever, up to you.

i want someone to want me for who i am.

i’m not looking for redemption nor some shallow kind of bliss.

lay me down and kiss me deeply, show me everything i missed.

the heart is a muscle and i wanna make it strong.

i let bad love betray me once and i guess i fear the same results.

i wanna be loved, i wanna be whole again.

i just ask you to be patient if you’ll have me still.

not everything means something, honey.

won’t you fear me tonight?

let’s drink, drink the best wine now.

i will accept you, warts and all.

i’ve forgotten who i was.

you’re only human after all.

our time is short.

let me love with a vengeance.

did i tell you that i spent most of my sister’s wedding stoned?

say yes to grace! say no to spite!

say yes to me! say yes to love!

say yes to life!

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it has been 122 days since i cried my eyes out after dropping off this sweet little fucker at the train station. it is now just 65 days until i will get to hold them in my arms again. four months ago, i got to spend a week with the sweetest person in the whole entire universe & now it has been one year of t4t love . . . i will not be too fucking gay on the dash, but in this year i have experienced emotions i didn't formerly consider possible. i am kissing you & kissing you & kissing you & will see you in two months, my spatz <3 feat. @narrated

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it's not so much as something she's not telling him but a question she's very hesitant to ask. lyanna takes a deep breath in. at times it still astounds her, how well eames can read her. "i've just been meaning to ask..." she trails off, hops off her perch on the kitchen counter to join him on the couch. it takes a moment before she speaks again. "it doesn't bother you, right? that i have a son, i mean. i know for some people, it's... it's not ideal."

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          FOLLOWING HER FRANTIC MOVEMENTS WITH HIS EYES,     eames has to admit that this is not the source of concern he had anticipated.   it makes sense,   it does:     for a mother to think of her son first,   always.   though childless as he is     (BUT WHO KNOWS,   WHO KNOWS,   WHO KNOWS.)     he understands a quarter of the emotional depth from his baby sisters.     "no,   i don't."     eames says because contrary to public opinion,   he has capacity to forego all quips  &  be genuine instead.   if you have never seen it,   you aren't deserving of it.   he shifts on the couch now,   allowing lyanna to chose how much space she wants or does not want.     "if he is anything like you,   he must be a darling boy.   what's not to love?"

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it's 4:25am & i am unreasonably mad about anyone who calls trans people brave for being trans

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" I think you're my best friend. "

         PERHAPS PITY SHOULD NOT BE ONE'S FIRST REACTION          to such an admission.     (REVEALING MORE ABOUT YOU THAN IT DOES ABOUT HER   .  .  .)     &  where e.ames is usually so proficient at keeping his emotional turmoil away from his features,   he knows there's a crack:     confusion bleeding into concern.   though much more skilled assessing others than himself,   e.ames knows with some clarity that he makes an abysmal friend,   not even considering the best friend quality she adds to it.   this comes from a man who barely calls his sisters once a month  &  they are arguably the most important people in his life   .  .  .     "why?"     is what he eventually asks,   after a pause that stretches for way too long to still be considered polite.   @fatalhymn can pat herself on the back for being the one person capable of rendering him speechless.     (ALMOST THE ONLY PERSON BUT THAT IS A DIFFERENT ISSUE FOR A DIFFERENT DAY.)     perhaps not the best moment to realize this but alas   .  .  .     "how?"     is she his best friend?   it's not like the question has not been ping ponging back  &  forth in his mind ever since he had first heard the words.   that does not mean e.ames is any closer to having the answer.   while he enjoys her company  &  there are very few others who have a key to his home———     &  perhaps that makes them friends.   &  perhaps he is quite the asshole for only thinking about this when his face is quite literally pushed into the matter at hand   .  .  .