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so sorry for my absence guys. i've been sick and the school's been picking up again ( bleh bleh bleh ) my activity will unfortunately drop a bit but i'll try to be on as much as i can. thanks for bearing with me !!

#( had one hell of a sore throat basically )#( all i did was to watch in the flesh and #use pastilles/lozanges )#( /loved/ the show tho )#( — another reality. )

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"You know, I gotta say when I first started working on Inception, some of the drawings they showed me of their ideas for that character was, uh, sort of schlubby, sort of like, well, he’s the tech guy, he runs the machines, you know, so maybe he should be wearing some sneakers and a plaid shirt et cetera and I was like ‘No, no, no.’ This guy is in charge of making sure everything goes right. The Cobb character that Leonardo DiCaprio played, he’s like the artist and this guy’s like the producer. So, uh, I thought of my friend Jared, who is a theatre producer by day and he’s a very spiffy dresser. And I was like, ‘No, I want tailored suits and I want to slick back my hair, I want this guy to seem like he’s meticulous, like he pays very close attention to detail.’” - Joseph Gordon-Levitt (x)

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sibilantly:

Thank you for your contribution, JGL ;D Seriously, though. Can we all just take a minute to consider the fact we almost got a movie where Arthur is the ‘sloppy’ dresser? (Not that I actually believe Eames’ style is sloppy, nor do I think Arthur dislikes it.) I like to think that somewhere, out there in the multiverse, there’s a universe where that movie was actually made. And all the fics contain descriptions of how Eames thinks Arthur has terrible - simply terrible - dress sense.

#( yes thank you very much jgl!!!!! )#( i love this tbh )#( — portrait. )#( — faceclaim. )#( — another reality. )

( && 001 Olivia )

" M should be in his office. Down here is the training facility. Right now us 00 agents are training. ”

"Oh. May I ask where that is? I have a habit of getting lost unless I have the floor plans."

#( i know but i wasnt sure why else he would be there eep )#( — convos. )#bossiisms #( — v; undetermined. )

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( — closed. )

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( && stranger )

BANG, a satisfactory feeling begin to surges looking at the several bullet holes left in the target, all surrounding the center. it doesn’t take too long before eyes begin to dart to her location, the widow simply flashes a brow & begins to reload her twenty two caliber. there’s no FLINCH from the redhead when blasting sounds echo throughout the hall, even so the headphones are slouching to droop around her neck.

❛ thanks for noticing. ❞

a mutter which emerges through the constant ringing, though is still noticeable to the alerted stranger beside her.

Arthur leaves the gun and the headphone on the counter as he leans against the wall, his eyes still on her. He had seen few of the best, and she was on the top three already. He knows he shouldn't speak more, it passes that line between being annoying and just normal interaction but he can't hold himself back.

"How do you do that?"

#( eeep im so sorry this is late! )#( but i love your nat!! c: )#( — convos. )#( — v; undetermined. )

thepcintman

; dream a little dream

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( && ariadne )

There still is a slight need to please, to be validated that what she’s doing is correct, that it’ll hold up. Ariadne did not care for it, but she had to admit that much. Still. At least she hooks up her line like a pro now.

“Detail work, mostly. It’s a Devil’s Pitchfork, mixed with some other paradoxical elements. Should be enough to hold them off.”

"Yeah, hopefully. I'm looking forward to seeing it."

He gave her a small smile before he took a step forward.

"I can do the injection process if you'd like."

#( — convos. )#xaedificare #( — v; undetermined. )

( && eames )

“You’ve little choice in the matter, I’m afraid.” Eames stood by the edge of the cliff, head turned to look pointedly at Arthur. Standing there, body lit by the lights of the city down below… If he stared hard enough, long enough, perhaps he would notice the ghost of a smile fighting to tug at the corner of those lips—fearless, taunting. Classic Eames. The sound of incoming mind security was growing louder, and if they didn’t jump now, they were in for it. Eames motioned him forward, smirk edging. “Now isn’t the time to start showing your nerves, mhm?”

"Eames—"

Arthur let out, his lips pursed, anger and frustration apparent in his tone. His hold on the gun got tighter as he glanced back at the door they came from.

"We haven't finished the job yet."

His attention turns back to the forger, hating the fact that they hadn't finished the damn job. And he was not going to take the 'easy-route' if they had another shot.

"How many people are there?"

#( omg thank you! that's so kind of you uwu )#forgerings #( — convos. )#( — v; undetermined. )

( && stranger )

✿ thepcintman ✿ || x;

❛ Can———-Can I help you with something, sir? ❜

"Yes- Um- Where's the nearest café?"

#thefxirest #( — convos. )#( — v; undetermined. )

thepcintman is ———— > online.

drafts: 8 asks: n/a starters: 2

'ello! i should be here for the rest of the evening so let me know if you want to plot or sth!

#( — another reality. )#( -whispers- my skype is kayraasi if u guys want to talk there )#( i should be there in a few min. )

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I just hit 100 followers and I am proud to have every single one of you follow me; old and new. I mean, James Bond is a kind of small roleplaying fandom compared to the likes of some others which I have been in and to get 100 likes in the 3 weeks I have been here amazes me. What amazes me more is that you have put up with me. The Bae’s { the people I will love forever and I will never stop following because they are my bae’s }

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obituarr altruistheart thepcintman bxthory unrivaledmind greeniisms weaselkiing legaliity thenameisq And finally the guys I stalk from a distance because I’m too scared to talk to them 010010101001101 ppyre addictedtobeinghimself learnedskill finiis tetsujiin asylumiisms ahbutimavillain moranument

#( thank you very much darling!! )#( — follow forever. )#( — another reality. )#aand id like that too c:#( — don't think about queue. what are you thinking about? )

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#( — music. )#( — don't think about queue. what are you thinking about? )

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JGL/Arthur from Inception - requested by hardyness

#( — portrait. )#( — the work. )#( — don't think about queue. what are you thinking about? )

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like for a starter!

#( — don't think about queue. what are you thinking about? )#( — tbd. )

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( — closed. )

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( && stranger )

Watching him miss entirely was painful. A sigh passes through Hunter’s parted lips, taking a step forward with the pad of his index finger gingerly wiping across the other’s cheek.

❝ You’re really bad at this. ❞

There was a faint smile that tugged at the sides of his lips, but it quickly falters as he realises what he had just done. ❝ It’s gone, you’re welcome. ❞

"Well I can't see, can I?"

He shrugs, not taking any offense at all.

"Thank you. You saved me from a lot of trouble."

#( — convos. )#( — v; undetermined. )#mutatiism

( && stranger )

”How long have you been sitting there?”

"Honestly? Too long. Is it that obvious?"

#( — convos. )#tetsujiin #( — v; undetermined. )

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bookshop:

White Flag | 菊叔 [pixiv]

Fanart for Flights of Love by Vallenox

#( — portrait. )#( this is gorgeous wow )#( — fanart. )

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( — closed. )

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( && miss adler )

"Nice to meet you too," the brunette hummed, glancing around the warehouse idly. When her ice eyes met Arthur once more there was a curious look in them.

”So tell me, Arthur— is it better to know the people you’re going into the dream with, or to be oblivious to who they really are?”

Cobb had hired her for her world class thievery and manipulation skills that, at one point, had made her an excellent “detective” of sorts. She’d heard about what these people did, and while she’d gathered as much research as possible, they were an elusive type— barely tangible and incredibly hard to get any information on. Just what she liked.

"Of course to know the people. It eliminates most of the shock if something were to happen. And of course, accidents can be prevented."

He replied easily and leaned against the wall, his eyes on her.

"How much do you know about what we do?"

#( — convos. )#adlerthetattler #( — v; undetermined. )

( && stranger )

She returns the act with a small smile on her lips. Quickly dialing the number and lifting the phone up to her ear.

A silent groan out of frustration finding its way out when she heard the sound which was telling her the line was busy.

Damn, it’s always out when it’s emergency.

"I guess today’s not my lucky day. Thank you anyway—”

Arthur watches her silently, obvious that something was wrong. He thought for a moment before asking.

"No problem. Are you alright?"

#thirtxn #( — convos. )#( — v; undetermined. )

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