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Inception (2010) Dir. Christopher Nolan
james and phillipa calling ariadne ‘ aunt / auntie ari ’ is cute and soft and owns my heart, thank u
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send me a ‘ 🌻 ’ and i’ll just tell you whatever the fuck i want.
did you know that writing with you feels like being swept off to another fucking world. you’re one of the most genuinely magical people that i know. you never cease to blow my mind with just how talented and warm you are. your vibe feels like honey and it’s really comforting to me. i’m grateful that we’re friends.
also i REALLY miss the infinity stones magical girl au and......... yeah
me, plastering dream motifs, lyrics, quotes, anything all over this blog : the public : ok we get it DREAMS are u done me, pulling out more dream imagery : no
what i like about her is that she blooms whether you water her or not. whether you give her light or not. she exists without your existence.
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if the subconscious responds to emotion rather than logic, if you entered the dream of someone who held strong negative emotions toward you, such as hatred and knew you were there, would the subconscious immediately react in a volatile way to you ?
“It’s been a long week,” I say in the middle of the day on Monday.
small / tall starters
requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
small
“Get down here!”
“Wow…I’d want to climb that tree, if you know what I mean.” / “Do birds ever sit on you and get confused?” / “Hey, Groot.”
“I’m not short. I’m fun-size.”
“Good, adorable, wonderful things come in small packages.”
“I don’t appreciate your height.”
“I CAN REACH FOR IT MYSELF.”
“I’m not short, you just have the height of a Transformer.”
“I KNOW you can see me.”
“Fear me!!!”
“Uh…you’re blocking me.”
“Can you lift me for a second?”
“Slow down! I have short legs.”
“I have a super power. It’s called, my head never hits the ceiling.”
“Have you seen him/her/them? He’s/she’s/they’re like a mountain.”
“I always win at hide and seek.”
“I’ve always looked up to you…literally. Actually, can you sit down?”
“Heels make me feel powerful.”
“Do tall people have…big..hands..?”
“I might be short, but my ego is huge.” / “I might be short, but I will drag you down to my level.”
“I can’t reach your face, but I can kick your junk.”
“You don’t know the struggle when all shirts/dresses/pants are too long on you.”
tall
“I’m afraid of you because short people are closer to hell.”
“”How is it ironic that I’m afraid of heights?”
“Does my height offend you?”
“Let me reach that for you.”
“You can’t slap me if you can’t even reach my face.”
“I’m not tall, you’re just the size of an Oompa Loompa.”
“Huh? Who said that? I can’t see anyone.”
“It’s impossible to hide from you.”
“No, I don’t play basketball.”
“I’m not slowing down because you’re short.”
“You’re like a cute little fairy.” / “You’re like a small, terrifying gremlin.”
“My legs are long and sexy.”
“I’m not looking down on you. Except literally.”
“Aw, you look like a kid. How cute.”
“Being small makes you optimal for carrying.”
“You know what comes in small packages? Grenades.”
“All the cool presents come in big boxes. Like bouncy castles.”
“Why are you standing on the counter?”
“I may be tall, but my temper is short.” / “I may be tall, but my feelings are small. And fragile.”
“You don’t know the struggle when all pants/skirts/dresses are too short on you.”
“Let me block the sun for you.”
“Hey, short stack.” / “What’s up, shorty?”
𝙵𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁 .
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜 at something deep into your mind & throws it askew. the sudden smell of rain assaults your senses, the grinding sound of crumbling stone fills your ears & lightning flashes into your minds eye. it all happens in less than a second & the unexpected onslaught disappears just as quickly ﹔ however, you are left teetering on an invisible edge. ( 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋. 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ) you realize vaguely that your actual position has not changed & that you are gaping rather rudely at the woman. with a swiftness you have crafted to perfection under your fathers demanding thumb, you compose yourself —– the lingering feeling of unease sparking at the top of your spine, the feeling of knowing her, of knowing her voice, ignored for now. a polite but detached smile blooms on your lips & dull blue eyes are tightly shuttered as you look at her. ❛ apologies for my intrusion then, miss? ❜
𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 , but arguably, it’s probably considered worse to enter someone’s subconscious and change their whole life, so there are some things you can let slide. that should have been the end of it, he should have gone back to his spot in line, she’d leave with her latte. it isn’t, and her fingers curl nervously around the strap of her messenger bag as if it alone might stop the black hole from emerging beneath her and swallowing her whole. since the first time she’s spotted him, she chances a glance, gaze flicking over tired contours and then away. the reveal of sleepless lines does nothing to soothe the pit widened in her stomach. details others might not think over twice, heavy is the head that wears the crown, especially sons to empires, but that’s her job. details. noticing what slips from common attention. it is her turn to gape now, mouth open, formed around soundless words that have yet to force their way out but they don’t have to. what would her answer have been anyway ? her name ? dangerous. another brush off ? the idea is grating. but fate, if you would have it, is placed in the hands a tall, tattooed barista, selene, who calls out her name for her order. 𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑫𝑵𝑬 ! her latte. she watches, more than feels it pressed into her hand and knows by the way her stomach churns that she won’t be drinking it anymore. steam rises from its surface, scalding heat more than soothing warmth. ❛ don’t worry about it. you know what, actually . . . ❜ ceremoniously, the deliverance of her doom is placed into his hands. ❛ here. you look like you need this more than i do. it’s just a latte, simple, nothing else in it, but better than getting back in line. ❜ a hasty exit would now be the best course of option.
this is a plot call
𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 .
arthur’s jaw clenches – and he never gets this mad over something. his hands clench at his sides, and then he relaxes. forces himself to relax. TRUST HER, a voice says in his head. ( maybe mal’s. ) oh, how he wishes to lecture her. how DANGEROUS, o curious ariadne ! “i’ll listen.” and he will. “but the risk you are taking… if he remembers.” arthur doesn’t finish the statement, not yet. “i’m listening, ariadne.” he feels betrayed. how long had she’d planned to do this? “talk. quickly.”
𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 . she knows the risk it is. the first moment she’d seen fischer again pulled the floor out from under her feet ; 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊. she had almost called him, then. almost. trembling fingers had hovered over the emergencies only number before she’d shoved it to the bottom of her bag with her broken sketch pencils. and then she’d left him out of the loop. ❛ i didn’t seek him out. it was an accident, he bumped into me. he didn’t know me, but he thought i looked familiar. i brushed it off, but it didn’t really . . . work. you could see it, you know. and then the job . . . wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t an accident, accepting it. i don’t regret accepting it. you remember what we did, we completely changed everything. dismantled the company for saito, ruined his one positive relationship, god knows what else it’s done. don’t you think we owe it to him to try and help ? he’s changing things, fischer’s ideas are different from his father’s. and if he remembers, the only one he’s going to be able to identify is me. ❜
𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 .
“ – – have you lost your mind?” his voice is even, but oh… he’s livid. | @architecht·
𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 . even if it was inevitable, arthur was going to find out eventually, she was going to postpone it at all cost, until she couldn’t anymore. the look, the voice, even though both are aimed level, are anything but. she knows better than to believe in it. that there isn’t something boiling beneath it, simmering in the tension of his body. arms cross over her chest, shoulders squared defensively against the approaching storm. ❛ before you get mad ❜ it’s a little late for that, ariadne. ❛ will you listen to what i have to say first before you start off on a tangent about how i’m being reckless and stupid ? because believe me, it scares me too. ❜
who is wonderful? YOU
you,,,, you are the sweetest ,,,,, i lov u,,,,, u gem,,,, u star,, u incredible being,, please never stop being u
